I looked out over the horizon.
The sky was blood red from all our fightin'.
Well, I looked up to the heavens
Yeah, I looked up to the stars
An you know what they said to me?
Well, they said,
'This life you live is but a dream
You've got to make it your own
Nothing is ever what it seems
You've got to carve your stone.'
I wonder if any one sees what happening?
The sun doesn't get as high in the sky.
The moon stays in the sky longer,
Does anyone know why?
I see people losing their taste for life.
They've lost the dream.
I look to sky, and I the stars one more time
Why?
And they said to me,
'This life you live, is but a dream
You've got to make it your own
Nothing is ever what it seems
You've got to carve your stone.'
I look out over the ocean,
It's black.
It's a nightmare now,
There's no turning back.
It's a fright, It's a scare
It would raise your hair
My nightmare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem