So many times we do not see,
that all of life is a memory:
Of days gone past both bad and good,
and so we dream, as dream we should:
Where am I going, What is my goal?
What is my purpose in life?
Will I be strong and able to bare,
The futures storms and strife?
To set a goal, obtainable,
To chart one's course through life;
To truly know that you alone,
Can brave the storm and strife.