Measured steps

Daydreams that seem so real
Are only games in my mind
Dusty memories are one in the same kind
Depending on how I feel
A quiet storm rains outside
And my thoughts begin to drift away
Like lovers on a sunny day
When it begins to rain, they run inside
It's so very simple sometimes, you know
But most of the time it's not
You have to look at what you've got
And see how far you want to go
When times are hard and I'm turned about
Sometimes it drives me mad
Because I look at what I've had
And it makes me want to cry out
I used to write for a girl so dear
Of clouds of love, of the love they rain
To think of it brings me pain
But my soul will perservere
Greatness is measured in many ways in vain
By money, possessions, and other foolish things
But true greatness is measured by a soul that sings
And becomes great because of it's pain