words by Thomas Coffey
From this day forth
It wont be the same
Give you the light
Gift you a name
On this new day
Tiny fists reach out now
Life can be strange
It goes by so fast
Making your name
Creating your past
Striving for your horizon
Reach out now
One last time
It all has to change
Reach for your hand
Cry at your name
While you dream
While you sleep
I reach out now
