There aren't enough stars in the sky, to fly.
The heavens don't open, the clouds don't sing.
There aren't enough words in a song, there are no dreams to tell you, no stories you hold.
No wandering spirits, no treasures of gold.
Someone once told me live life on the wind, turning and spinning.
Like time passing by, like sand in the hourglass, it can all pass you by.
Drink in the moments, take your own destiny into your hands.
Go on adventures, journey to new lands.
For when the last grain falls that's all that we have.
Our stories, our songs, our journeys, our treasures, and our spirits.
Make yours count.
We only have the one to figure it out.