Do I conform and surrender to fear, to society, and contemporary standards
And lock my dreams away the wooden box of fantasies?
I've always dreamt of touching fragile souls with a graceful stroke of my bow
I stir in my sleep as the demons taunt from below
"Wake up, you fool. You'll never prevail."
Now, with a bow and a fiddle, I tell my tale
I sing to the people, for hopes and dreams