The moment is deep, as you make it to be
Choices to make, people to see
My light can be found, like the sky from the sea
Sometimes brighter, less foggy
I stand and wait, for the sun to show
My brother, before me
The pressures, they wait for me
And where will my conscience lead me
Where will my mind choose to sail
I hope my spring fades not to autumn
But stays within and never fades
And then sometimes when there's nothing you can do
To be is an art of gold
There's little in this world, void of mystery
Still it's best to know how simple things can be
And where will my conscience lead me
Where will my mind choose to sail
I hope my spring fades not to autumn
But stays within and never fades
