I look out the car window, as years go by;
looking at all the trees grow, like days that pass me by.
I look at my father’s face, as years go by;
an air of pride and elegance, and his love that never ends.
I look at my mother’s face, as years go by;
an air of beauty and grace, and her love that never ends.
Family comes first, being the ones who are always there;
the best friends being the ones who always share and care.
What makes a life? We’re all in the same game with one aim;
like my teachers and mentors, who all taught the same.
I look at myself, in every step along the way;
like the books on my shelf, telling stories written my way.
I look at my friends, being the ones that pave way;
memories like tales with no ends, telling stories written our way.
We are the dream, the ones running wild and free;
bursting at the seams, dreaming out loud and full of glee.
What makes a life? We hope and dream,
learning to love, learning to give,
for life is like a dream, filling our deeds with unending themes.
We came and we saw and we conquered,
for life is like a dream.
We make mistakes and they drive us forward,
for life is like a dream.
We love, we hate; we fight and embrace;
our footsteps still heard, our memories treasured,
for life is like a dream.
For life is like a dream, as time passes by,
we run wild and free, happiness is key.
For life goes on, as years go by,
J.Y.
we dare to dream, dreaming out loud as we can be.
J.Y.
