“…you walk to the window and stare at the moon,
Riding high and lonesome through a starlit sky.
And it comes to you how it all slips away,
Youth and beauty are gone one day.
No matter what you dream or feel or say
It ends in dust and disarray.
Like wind on the plains, sand through the glass,
Waves rolling in with the tide.
Dreams die hard and we watch them erode,
But we cannot be denied,
The fire inside.”
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