With my hand stretched to the sky I can’not touch the stars so high,
Nor the clouds, a falling star, or the sun going down.
The wind, I can’not grab hold, a bird in flight,
A dream in the night, never a yesterday.
Beyond my reach is not my dreams,
It is not that which i pray for.
The hand of god I can’not touch, in my heart I can surely take hold,
It is not hope, nor faith, it is not a tomorrow.
Beyond my reach are many things,
Beyond my reach is not everything.