You were faced with a future
That was bright as the sun.
But the pressure it was mounting,
You decided to run.
Run away.
Which direction does the wind blow in the valley there below?
And brother how should I know the way that you should go?
There's a dream on the horizon
Its calling out your name.
You better go and find your reason.
Better find your claim to fame.

Since the day we found you, you have been a friend, and your voice still echoes in the hallways of this house