Over the hill it is
to the land of our dreams
the fuzzy outline of blurred figres
is all we see
How far away is it?
How do we get there you might ask?
Well, one step at a time my dear friend
It's not easy to do
so just stick along with me
I'm the letter
you're the stamp
stick with me and we'll go places
far beyond where you will ever know
where the grass is green, and the flowers grow
the beasts roam, and the trees grow high
and tall as they reach up to the sky
free forever, is my soul, as I lift to space
tomorrow never comes, but today never fails
to arrive as planned so do not fear the day.