Some times we are moved and we realize so much else is out there,
Some times the earth gives a peek,
By some strange realization we see a different version of us,
A version we suddenly want to seek.
Remembering how we never knew the world as a child
And we were wild…
The realization is that,
Our life has gotten mild.
But the road, yes that road, we drove and never looked back.
We contemplate; did we miss a few signs along the way?
Did we pass a few parts of us that will never be?
And we wonder if that's ok....
The trees are dancing, and the wind sings a tune,
We look out side and we know that tune is true.
We see our family in that picture frame,
Are you what you made life, or what life made you...?
And so we sit back down, and we laugh at those possibilities,
We let the realization fade away.
Because we will never be as old as trees.
And that's okay.
Some times the earth gives a peek,
By some strange realization we see a different version of us,
A version we suddenly want to seek.
Remembering how we never knew the world as a child
And we were wild…
The realization is that,
Our life has gotten mild.
But the road, yes that road, we drove and never looked back.
We contemplate; did we miss a few signs along the way?
Did we pass a few parts of us that will never be?
And we wonder if that's ok....
The trees are dancing, and the wind sings a tune,
We look out side and we know that tune is true.
We see our family in that picture frame,
Are you what you made life, or what life made you...?
And so we sit back down, and we laugh at those possibilities,
We let the realization fade away.
Because we will never be as old as trees.
And that's okay.
