he looks into the dark window at night
and he sits still and hears the wind outside
it brings back to mind the faces from the past
here comes pain and joy in one time too fast
and forgotten stories that were left untold
remind him he's not clean
remind him 'bout that thrill
and it's not going to stop
and he will never give it up
to find the helping hand
and solid ground under instead
instead of sand and rocks and waterfalls
behind his back
and sun above his head
and friends who hold his hands
and dad he never had
and love he never felt
he dimly sees the sparkling star
but cannot say who stands so far
how many days it takes to reach
the man or woman who speaks so strange
or may be he's too young to catch
these wise words