We all try to fly with wings so soaken,
they may never dry...
On mountain top,
We watch them as they grow
tiny...
Far off into the evening sky.

I was a star...
And he was a black hole...
Sucking in everything,
worth anything to me...
Frozen in place,
and so uninteresting...
I wait for the day when I shall
grow dimmer,
Until I'm overpowered by the night.

Oceans stretch out,
at my toes and
Lord,
How tiny they make me feel...
So insignificant that I might turn
into a grain of sand...
No different from any other grain of sand...
except that I dream of being
more...

In life,
all things must end,
we all must die...
Be cast to the earth...
Or heaved towards the sky...
Sometimes, Oh Lord...
I'm so glad to be alive!...
But Sometimes...
Sometimes...