If I live life to be one hundred
Would my heart still feel the same
Would the days just blend together
In this never-ending game

Would I find the joy in mornings
Would the sunsets make me cry
Would the stars still hold a wonder
In the ever-fading night

One hundred years a fleeting dream Counting days like falling leaves
Would I dance with time and laughter
Or just swim in endless seas

If the moments spoke in whispers
Would I hear the voice of truth
Would the echoes of my memories
Be the essence of my youth

Would I cherish love like springtime
Hold it close till summer's end
Would my heart still beat with passion
Or would time just be a friend

One hundred years a fleeting dream Counting days like falling leaves
Would I dance with time and laughter
Or just swim in endless seas