| Theres a quiet sense of beauty In that lost and loving smile. |
| I can almost see the angels take a bow, |
| In their hurry to impress her how as only they knew how, |
| Then I sit and ponder life, for just a while. |
| Where the Ivy grows in silence at my beloved home, |
| Now that house that rang with laughter stands alone. |
| And of vacant conversations, |
| Like the pictures on the wall. |
| Sadly home but little meaning anymore. |
| But her strength still burns within me, |
| Like the day she made me stand. |
| Put some courage in your dreaming, |
| Carve your footprints in the sand. |
| For the dreams are for the dreamers, |
| And for the goals for me and you |
| Light the candle, say I love you |
| On your way to Passing Through. |
| Someones waiting in the shadows for that final curtain call, |
| And somehow that consolation dims the glow. |
| Theres a man and theres a young boy, |
| Brief encounters long ago. |
| Theres a joy and theres a sadness going home, |
| But no turning back the ages, |
| Whats lived cannot be changed. |
| We are part of something greater, thats the same. |
| Now I love her and I miss her, shes the one who gave me love. |
| Shes the one who made the boy and the man. |
| But her strength burns within me like the day she made me stand. |
| Put some courage in your dreaming, |
| Carve your footprints in the sand. |
| For the dreams are for the dreamers and the goals for me and you. |
| Light the candle, say I love you, |
| On your way to passing through. |