I’m not getting old today But sometime, my memory may start to fade away will you hold me tight and tell me we lived our lives like we always hoped we would?
Cause I have seen the face of a woman weathered who never had a dream and never thought she could
Cause dreams, they never die and dreams they never quit we’re only capsules in which they live and if we don’t chase them the run away and follow someone who won’t let them float away
It is my hope that when someday I look back that I can say, I lived my life with no regret
