7 Hills

In some other place and other time. 
Maybe. 
The way it's coming our way - 
It's scary and unbelievable. 
We're getting old too fast 
And reaching the stars too slowly. 
We are simple and complicated, 
We are stupid and smart. 
We make mistakes and cry, 
Smile, dream and laugh. 
The way I see it - 
We need to make a difference 
And leave a mark. 
However we can, we need to be happy 
And drive everyone around us crazy.
We have the magic, we have the power 
And all that's left is the memories. 
In the end it's all we leave behind 
And all we have. 
All those wild, insane, "full of life and laughter" memories. 
We are broken and far from perfect, 
Sick and tired and full of cheap crap... 
But there's this LIFE, this HUNGER 
To live and stay young forever. 
It's the best part. 
The way we heal and live and enjoy the little things. 
The sound of the cork popping off a champagne bottle, 
The feeling of holding someone's hand, 
The cold sand beneath your feet 
And the unbelievably large and yellow moon in the sky... 
The way we cry is beautiful, 
The way we hurt is heart breaking, 
The way we love is magical. 
All I ever want is to be young and crazy and impossible, 
All I want from life is laughter and love. 
To be overly serious at times 
And silly and goofy and irresponsible a moment later. 
I want to listen to music, I want to write poetry, 
I want to cry and scream and fly and BREATHE. 
The way I see it - 
We are getting old way too fast. 
We are getting serious way too quickly. 
So... 
Let's just not do this. 
Let's be young and laugh forever. 
Let's fly so high that we can touch the sun 
And get burnt, get hurt, start healing. 
Let's not let life conquer us. 
Let's take this world by a storm 
And let nothing stop us. 
Let's keep moving.