One day you wake up just to realize:
The best days of your life have just pa**ed by.
While you were not around, while you were busy somewhere else.
So you look up and you check the sky.
Hoping you might find some sort of sign.
A face in the clouds, just a piece of advice.
Something to tell you what to do, to show you where to go.
A way to pick up where you stopped a long time ago.
So you lost sight of what you were about.
With plans left on your mind you need to get out.
I remember a time when you had so much to say.
I know you got a lot to do which makes it hard to get through.
But could you kick back for once and get back to being you?
I don't believe you're done.
Why can't you take your time and concentrate on things you did before?
I'm expecting so much more.
I will be here waiting at your door.
I think you lost sight of what you were about.