There I was, sitting by the stream.

Tossing pebbles, wondering what else needs to be seen.

I got my destiny and I'm writing my story.

But what else is meant for me?

If I go down this road, promise me my heart will be filled with joy and peace.

Promise me that even through hell, I make out in one piece.

Joy of laughter.

The happiness of living happily ever after.

I'm hoping I see you there.

Promise me that you'll still care.

I'm looking down the stream.

The wind brushes the trees to a path, but what does it mean?

I got my destiny and I'm writing my story.

I guess I'll just wait and see.

On my way to making history.

But won't you promise that you'll be there with me?