Do whispers get lost in outer space? Or in some far away, magical place? Is hope just a tease, playing hard to get, Leaving us with nothing but pain and regret? What's love, anyway? A sweet little lie, A daydream lost in the big blue sky? Do stars even care what we're going through, Or are they just shining without a clue? Where's the wind rushing off to so fast, Why doesn’t anything beautiful last? Can our hearts really tell the real from pretend, Or do we just guess and hope in the end? Why do shadows get down when the lights go out? Are they scared of the dark, or just dancing about? Does the ocean shout just to be heard, Or is it singing a song without a word? Does the world around us have a reason or rhyme? Are we here for a purpose, or just to waste time? Is life a race, or are we just strolling along, Are we lost in the world, or right where we belong?