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.