Under the roof,
below the sun,
we all soar a million miles,
in the stretches of our minds.

Under the light,
in the ebbs of hapiness,
we drench in a hundred thousand dreams.
we make the days our own,
we  become the folly children of our own dreams.


Under the roof,
below the sun,
a singular soul, we're all one.
from the start to the end,
we float apart and away,
only to share singular joys,
to learn to share and love and hate.
disregarding the pain,
forgetting the follies,
we walk on under the sun,
to a happier place
to the final laughter at the seam.