Like to think that, before the books were written, we really thought the sky was falling
Counting each trailing comet as another sign of the end
We know better now
But what if that sky really was coming down? Where would we be?
We could be pouring ourselves into others
We could be trading miles for memories
We could be love we never saw in the distance
We could be the beginning of all things new
We could be the regrets that strain the spirit
We could be the tears on the pillow
We could be the gleam in her eyes
We could be the shoulders for him to stand on
We could be the path back to our Father
We could be seeing the world: a collection of memories, laughs, and dreams interwoven within borders of time and space to structure a life fulfilled in service, the warmth of kind words, and quality of purpose.
For me, I want to see the world the way I see a world with you
One perfect shooting star after another