This Is Your Song

Questions moving on like answers from the inside, trials never done on their daily ride. Footsteps going about in their never-ending, somewhere with its doubt in lives blending. Reasons for a try day by day and going, low reach and high without ever knowing. Something comes and goes all is on its way, like the wind that blows in the spring of May. You and I trying finding ways new, and purpose ways tying to get here through. Life in new ways with dreams to come along, colors of the days this is your song.