And maybe, we can walk the road together.
We'll share some neon lights and carousels
Someday I'll be a star and you'll be what you always dreamed
And we'll both teach the world to hope
No matter how things seem.

Hey, I'm glad to hear the news,
Though I'll miss you when you're gone
we'll get together soon.
We can write most every day,
And we'll sure have fun when you return next summer.

And maybe, we can walk the road together.
We'll share some neon lights and carousels
Someday I'll be a star and you'll be what you always dreamed
And we'll both teach the world to hope
No matter how things seem.

And I still speak well of you,
Everytime I bore someone with my life's story...there's your name,
Though when last we met,
We hadn't much to say.

But, hey! We sure walked the road together.
We shared some neon lights and carousels.
Someday I'll be a star and you'll be what you always dreamed
And we'll both teach the world to hope
No matter how things seem.

Hello stranger, I'm a fool
Who shares my heart and somehow bounces back again.
And I know the road you seek,
So I'll point the way and then you're on your own.

I've seen my life in times of darkness,
When I needed...Oh, how I needed a friend!
And there he was...
(though he might have been there all the time.)
He is my brother.
And I've seen the beams of light shine from him to me.
And then I've seen him in his own private hour of darkness
And then I only wish he could see some light in me.

Brothers we have many in this world of ours.
Some who shine like stars and some like candles.
But the shine is from within, unlike a makeup.
And the light from a candle small
comes from it's very own flame,
And the light from the stars above
Are but reflections of the sun.
And will you be the man?
Or the mirror?
. . . . . . . . . .
Yesterday, I saw myself within a moving shadow on the ground
The day before, in a long since written page.
And I've seen myself in other's ways,
in times of pain
and joy
and doubt.
At last I think I'm finding what it's all about.

Why do we only live our lives?
Let institutions plan our fate?
Just to whom do I owe the life which keeps my mind?
Each day I'm gonna make my life.
My own creative, soulful life...
MY OWN CREATIVE, SOULFUL LIFE!
Let some expression be at hand
Before boredom takes my life.

I read what Mr. Emerson thought
Over a hundred years ago
When, suddenly, he knew that I was there.
He told me through his written page
I was doing what was best.
If dead men understand, why can't the rest?

Don't just live your life
That becomes boring.
But MAKE your life
Cause that is challenging.
And that challenge ain't defeating
...Heaven's in your mind
And so is hell and reality
It's all an attitude
And it's in your mind,
the choice is yours.
Is it Heaven or is it Hell?
Will you take the time to look inside?

Sitting in the park, in contemplation.
Marked by many thoughts
Most were new, but many old and worn.
When suddenly my gaze within the shadow of a tree,
Shed light, not on the wooded ground, but me.
A single spark in the realm of the light of Truth
Illuminates the soul with a radiance
That makes the soul bow down in gratefulness
For the life it has been given,
At the same time,
Looking down on all in unobstructed joy and peace.

Tell me what's it all about
Before boredom takes the life.
Unobstructed joy and peace?
Shed that light on me!
. . . . . . . . . .
What's this I see before my eyes?
Now things seem different...
My ears are hearing tunes I never heard before...
And just above someone familiar walks the same path...
See you there...
I see you there on our mountain.