Life is what we make it
so many seem to say
but we spend our lives
looking for a better way
our journey is long and
twists and turns if you're
one of the few you never get burned

we take many steps yet seem so unclear
when it's all over we were never
really here
no one will know our prints in the
sand excpet those who lived it by
their own hands

i will speak no more for night has
now come i feel its over my
journey is done but cry not for
our times will return
im one of the few who never got burned.