With hesitations faltering, the mannequin awakes.
With dreams of never passing, a little life escapes.
With all the doors we've opened, a light breeze fills the room.
With that nervous quandary felt, we all predict our doom.
The future is not hidden well, the rain sets in the ground.
And in our ever searching, fascination do we hound.
Yet honor is with honors done, a billion miles away.
And all I can look forward to, is the dawning of the day.
So find me here, within myself, my eyes do hold the key
And with that golden passport gained, seek out the man that's me.
Waiting here I'll always be, preparing for your touch.
And hoping that the sense of it will never be too much.