When you looked to the stars above, Did you ever dream we'd dance among them? A dare, to dream of hearts and doves, Soar through clouds to touch gems. But the steps were far too brittle, Master masons cared not for my pleas, My dreams too big, my mind too little, The first mistake and I'm on my knees. So go, take all these seeds I've sown, Buried in fields far too overgrown, And maybe then you'll know for sure, The seeds I've sown were always yours.