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