Surrogate...there's no escape.  I found a gate, but it's locked so I'm
here to stay...
Yet every wish I have is granted.  Every hand is mine to hold and all
the trees that I have planted touch the sky, turn gold.
I could buy the planet if I wanted.  I'd make it mine...Yes, I'd unfold
a tapestry that I'd recline in, somewhere we could both grow old together.
Our dream.
Dying eyes...You sympathize.  I clutch my prize but it so slowly fades
away