What's it like to watch as the sun rises— To look upon the clouds that have befriended the sky? Or to stand within the warmth of morning's light— To follow, with your eyes, the romance of eventide? What's it like to gaze upon the quiet glory of the stars— To search within for meaning beneath the drifting dust? Or to realise oneself in the immersion of another— A purpose greater than the self? What's it like to walk with pockets filled with dreams— To lie peacefully, pleased and proud? Or to carry a goal that endures through a lifetime— To exist through a fulfilled ambition? To celebrate the end of a journey— Where many lessons were quietly gained? To have your voice high above the heavens— Laughing joyously, drinking with friends? To experience the gentle touch of a woman's hand— Or kindness from the heart of a friend? So tell me— What's it like to live?