To be iron

Shaped as a feather

To be the crucible

In the shape of desire

To be human

The lowly thinkers of a rocky world

To be the moon

Looking on night after night

Cooly smiling at the stars

I’ve got life in my veins

I’ve got a shine in my eyes

I’ve got a pen in my hand

And a dream in my mind

To be water

The giver of tomorrow

To be the ocean

The deepest of secrets

To be the sky

Where imagination flies

To be the boat

To sink or to float

We journey out way

Into another story

Here and now

Is a special place

Where dreams come alive

And mistakes are erased

Here and now

A story is told

Of the men who fought

And the woman who hold

To be mortal

Just passing through

To be a child

With the womb in view

To be

To be

To be is a beautiful thing

Let Shakespeare fool you not

Like a wolf in a trap

In life we are caught

So ride the time

It’s anything but for naught

You can be the chisel

Or you can be the rock

That becomes the statue

It’s all in your view

Good days will come

And bad days will last

Just remember

Life moves really fast

So hang on tight to the ones you love

For one day soon you’ll be looking down

From above