Lyric Getting There

Sometimes I think philosophy
About the future and where I want to be
Down the road from now I ve got my dreams
But they could all come crashing down
And I think that several years from now
I ll have decisions to make and I don t know how
I m going to make them but I ll try
To make a difference before I die

We all have dreams
And in my heart
I hope my are granted
With a head start

If I had my way I d travel the world
I m be free without a care
I guess I ll see you when I get there

I see a man in shabby clothes
A cardboard box is his only home
I tend to wonder of his dreams
Where did they go wrong, now on his knees
He prays to a god that failed him
It s getting dark, the candle dim
And I leave him with no response
I hope I ll never be this lost