Forever looking to the skies above
Rest child, worry not, for all things will come in time
And you will see..
I hear you calling, "my friend, where are you?"
Trapped in your reality..
I'd help you if I could
but you must look inside and you will see..
I hear you calling
Deep within, far and wide without the vastness of both..
How can it be that we've come to this place?
Or are we really here at all?
Well listen to the wind above and look to the stars above, and remember who you are
For we're all still so young
I hear you calling..
Remember the stars for they will guide you through the windows of dreams