In the morning's golden glow,
With dreams that reach the sky,
A healthy heart beats fast,
As the days go flying by.
A thousand wants and wishes,
Chasing after every star,
But in the dance of plenty,
We forget who we are.

A healthy man wants a thousand things,
To conquer all and spread his wings.
But in the silence of the night,
A single wish can take flight.
For when the shadows start to fall,
A sick man only wants one, that's all.

In the rush of life's grand chase,
We lose sight of the simple grace,
Of breath and time and love's embrace,
In the endless, hurried race.
But when the world grows quiet,
And the body starts to break,
All the riches lose their glitter,
For it's just one wish we make.

A healthy man wants a thousand things,
To conquer all and spread his wings.
But in the silence of the night,
A single wish can take flight.
For when the shadows start to fall,
A sick man only wants one, that's all.

In the depth of every heartbeat,
In the echo of our soul,
Lies the truth we often overlook,
The longing to be whole.
When the noise fades to whispers,
And the wants fall away,
It's the simple breath of life,
For which we always pray.


A healthy man wants a thousand things,
To conquer all and spread his wings.
But in the silence of the night,
A single wish can take flight.
For when the shadows start to fall,
A sick man only wants one, that's all.

So cherish every heartbeat,
And every breath you take,
For in the grand scheme of it all,
It's the simple things we make.
A healthy man may dream of more,
But in the end, we come undone,
To realize the truest wish,
Is the gift of life, just one."