When we are young we *catch moonbeams in a jar*
and then we sit back and wonder who we are
Then we grow and wish for dreams to come true
and wonder who is really who
We then grow further and rely on who we thought we should be
and again wonder who is really me?
Time passes, things change..and moonbeams disappear..
I hear a crying saying I thought this was me
Wishes on stars have far gone and life has taken its toll
All I have learned is much I have never known