The eyes can see a distant land, Of travel, friends, and building more. But life is like a grain of sand, While standing on a quiet shore. To want to live and truly grow, But only have the strength to stay. The path is long and very slow, Within the struggle of the day. The gap is wide and very deep, Between the dream and where one stands. With promises to try to keep, Within these tired, empty hands. But staying here is not a fail, To fight the war is quite a feat. To move