Your song sings of adventure,
Of colorful hope and dreams,
I sing it and I feel it,
But those colors I cannot have,
It’s the unsatisfying feeling,
Watching something you want snatched,
It’s seeing something hopeful,
Then seeing something gone.
I wish for the world you lived in,
I wish for the love you can feel,
I envy you and your song,
You are all that I am not.