I hope there's nostalgia in the red sky at night

Or the grey ones that pour cats and dogs

I hope there's solace in the breeze that blows

And promises in every forget-me-not's

I hope there's glitter in the confetti

That rains whenever you rejoice

I hope you come home on a warm summer day

And there's still fresh reveries in your eyes

I hope there's wind in your hair when you race

Through the night air under the painted sky

I hope whatever it is that has ripped you apart

Gets lost in oblivion through time and tide

I hope there's spark in your eyes every time you talk

Of new places to go and new people to meet

I hope you never get tired of life ,

Of what you do and who you want to be.