If I could change,
capture my dreams
Feel it in my burning heart and shattered dreams
living inside a tear stained soul.
Drive and passion
pushed to their limbs end.
They run up and climb
the slippery rungs of a lively ladder.
Do I dare take one more step?
Do I dare take one more leap?
How much longer can I endure
the heated delicate life of dreams.
Can I imagine those dreams,
scrawny and malnourished,
defeat the champion against good?
How can I, in life, have the hope of retaining my dreams?
Keep them alive?
So many dreams I have lost!
So many dreams I had that died!
So many dreams were lost in the pit of despair.
Hydraulic fluid pumping through their veins,
turning their resolve to water,
I can't change the past
I can only change my path.
Holding to my dreams and
like the sape from old spruce
I will hold onto the little joys,
hold fast to my dreams.
Like the spruce itself I will stand
Tall, strong, imovable
I will take my stand.
Stand back and watch us grow.