2005-03-21 - 9:52 a.m.
Some dreams
Some dreams are born then they die
And some dreams
Some dreams live and we don’t know why
Can it be
Can it be that fate decides
Maybe it’s
Maybe it’s our pain that guides
I sit back and rest my head
In the softness of a dream that’s newly dead
And wonder at the “What might have been”
And think about where I’m going again
I’m finding
That some dreams have died
Their ghosts
Walk by my side
And some dreams
Are coming to life
They carry me
Along the edge of a knife
And I’m happy as we’re playing in the sun
And I wonder how and why this all begun
But I’m thankful that I’ve been given this chance
To live in this song and dance this dance
These dreams
Are the ones from my soul
And these dreams
Are the ones that make me whole
When I die
These dreams will live on
As I sleep
They’ll sing and dance their own song
These dreams.
