The Swing Of Life

SWISH! I can see the stars,
SWISH! And now I see the grass..
With only the sound of wind against my back.
I travel going high, then I go low,
On this swing of life.

No one to tell me how high to go,
Or which way to look.
Only the wind to guide me
And to push me afloat.
On this little swing of life.

SWOOSH! I now have hopes and dreams!
Just at my fingertips , but barely out of reach!
SWOOSH! I start all over again to try to catch it.
Try not to grow faint of heart each stroke I make
On my little swing of life.

Now that I'm older, my locks have turned white
Life's not so much about the highs and lows,
But now I'm here just for the ride.
Till the day I breathe my last breath, I'll enjoy the scenery.
On my little ride I call the swing of life.