Are we all the same in our different ways?
We live with extreme and extraordinary hope
That we might make some difference at some point.
We all have our grand dreams
And our secret desires,
That lead us through our lives every hour,
But there is no possibility to be everything we truly want,
For nobody can fly,
We all walk.
Every moment that the sun hangs in a pink sky,
Every smile that she gives only to you,
Every time she says your name.
For once that has all gone,
Memories are all that is left,
All that we can cling to,
Just those few perfect moments,
In what is otherwise
Another pedestrian life.