There are songs to be sung,
and pages to be filled with memories
There are roads to be traveled in places I have never seen
There are postcards to send,
and so much beauty just to take in
There are dreams to be chased,
and friends to be held more dearly
There is love to be seen more clearly
There are fears to be faced,
and tremblings to understand
There are new days to brave,
and all this foolish pride to lay down in your hands