When dreams are kites floating in the sky
You grab the line and run to fly
As long as you try to catch the wind
And love yourself from deep within
Dreamers dream
Lovers sigh
Artists paint a picture of high
Singers sing
Players play
The world turns on everyday
We hardly know the questions
The answers are far away
We come so close
Enough to get burned
So much learned
So much learned
Catch the pieces of luck
As they fall away from the sky
As you grab the line of
Life’s kite…to fly
