I fear that days will go on by.

I fear that friendships will be long forgotten.

Yet why is there hope that things will never go. 

I fear that life will go on by.

Caves untouched, hearts unstolen.

Yet why is there hope that things will never go.

I fear that when I fly, I will never find my home again.

Yet why is there hope that things will never go. I fear that I will drift away where one day I am long forgotten.