Sometimes I think philosophy   About the future and where I want to be   Down the road from now I've got my dreams   But they could all come crashing down   And I think that several years from now   I'll have decisions to make and I don't know how   I'm going to make them but I'll try   To make a difference before I die      We all have dreams   And in my heart   I hope my are granted   With a head start      If I had my way I'd travel the world   I'm be free without a care   I guess I'll see you when I get there      I see a man in shabby clothes   A cardboard box is his only home   I tend to wonder of his dreams   Where did they go wrong, now on his knees   He prays to a god that failed him   It's getting dark, the candle dim   And I leave him with no response   I hope I'll never be this lost