One year to twenty and I thought that things would be different

But my indifference is still turning a blind eye

To the struggling world that sleeps outside my bedroom window

And the groaning creation awaiting a day when all these things will be made new

It seems so strange that we start our lives as others reach their end

But this circular life will always spin

Still, it’s hard sometimes

Must we say goodbye for now?

So here we go, we ride upon the wind

Never knowing as to which way we might blow

So we dance to rhythm of the stars

Will you show me the direction and lead me home again?