Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.

Fame is but a fruit tree- so very unsound. It can never flourish 'till its stock is in the ground.

Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.

Do you like what you're doing/would you do it some more/or will you stop once and wonder what you're doing it for?

I never felt magic crazy as this I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree But now you're here Brighten my northern sky.

Time has told me not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore.

And see she flies, and she is everywhere.