Whatever your age, whatever your race, whatever your gender

I want you to dream big without censor

All the beautiful things you could ever imagine

Are only ever, just a mere fraction

All the beautiful things, they are truly ours

Within, Within that magical hour

Some say hold them dear and hold them tight

But that is the wrong message, I'll set you off right

A dream must be free to express and explore

Don't stop its evolution, don't make it a chore

In the end, let it be free

so far your doing wonderfully

Your dream is there in front of your eyes

But, perhaps, I tell sweet lies

After all, I'm just some bloke

And

We are all just dissolving hands, grasping at smoke