Every morning I stand on
with a feeling that my dream is not reality
Every morning I look in the mirror
and I look how many of you in me is
I look in my eyes and see tears still run
I will hide and continue to hope
every time I walk down the street
and I see things that we used were
let me stand still and thoughts to fly past
then I walk on and think it was a great time
Every morning I stand on
with the thoughts that it is a dream
Every morning I look in the mirror
I still see some of you
every time I walk down the street
I walk past the spot where you live now
and then I just stopped
and realize that you now live in the sky