A thousand days,
a thousand ways
To make it right,
even at night.
What a sight?
Being in awe,
sunrise or sunset,
All that you get,
all that you do,
It's not about you,
my little Boo.
We are meant to fly
high in the sky,
We are meant to dream,
to walk to the rim
of the world.
Or so I was told.
A thousand years journey
start one day indeed,
One step is all you need
to do, my little Boo.
A thousand worlds to visit,
future or past,
should be possible,
If you change your 'want' to 'must'
What a blast!
