The dreamers dream
And the actors weave stories
What happens to the realists?
Do their dreams and stories die?
Let us believe in the darkness
That there will be more to us
Than what the daily grind can offer
Let us find our way to see
That there is more than meets the eye
When will courage find my back?
I do not know
But I shall find something
To keep me standing tall
Let me find a voice and a passion
To plant flowers amount the fields
What can I do
But keep trying
To find my dreams
And have stories to tell
Have a life worth lived
And joy in my soul.