Each of us has dreams.
Of a better tomorrow.
Not of a better yesterday.
Yesterday is gone, so we dream of tomorrow.
Some of us dream only while sleeping.
Some when awake.
Big or small, all are dreams.
Mental pictures of what we envision.
Of a better tomorrow.
Not of a better yesterday.
Yesterday is gone, so we dream of tomorrow.
Some of us dream only while sleeping.
Some when awake.
Big or small, all are dreams.
Mental pictures of what we envision.
I had big dreams as a child.
Back then we celebrated each others dreams.
Now we just laugh with our mouths.
Our hearts cry in secret.
Our hearts cry in secret.
We still desire that the dreams have a chance.
As if they are an alien species.
Unconscious of the journey,
Of perseverance in the storms.
Some say their dreams died.
I just buried mine alive.
Along with that dreamer child,
I will exhume them today.
I just buried mine alive.
Along with that dreamer child,
I will exhume them today.
That dream came true.
You see I now understand.
Dreams don't die,
We just bury them alive.
Set the sails,
Change direction when necessary,
Don't lose sight of the dream.
And God the giver of the dream,
Start dreaming again,
Impossibility is only in the mind.
Dreamers cultivate patience,
Work on the dream against the storm,
And don't give up!