I hope that before this ends,
Everything that I’m searching for,
And whatever it is, this lifelong journey,
It’ll mean something not only to me,
But those around that I knew and who knew me.
Because this passion of chasing the wind,
Makes me wilder by the day.
The real thrill is in the climax.
If I’m forgotten, like the turning of a page,
Is that a sorrow that hurts more than life?
Death, seems to be the only peace,
That when I close my eyes one last time,
Perhaps I will finally see those shining stars…
So far away but I could almost reach them,