Passing Clouds, drift silently by on their journey,
Peacefully, silently, they speak to me.
Dreaming of where they are bound.
Reminiscent of my life, On a journey,
Dreaming of the future and my destination.
 
My sadness of the past, Turns to smiles of the present.
What will become of me, I know not.
What my future holds, I wonder in anticipation.
My pulse races with excitement,
My heart beats with anxieties.
 
Hours turn into Days, Days turn into weeks.
Two Hearts become one, as the future unfolds.
Thoughts used to be Dreams,
Now my Dreams become reality.
Life is a circle, now my circle of Life as returned.