If you can spare
a minute of two,
I'll tell you of the place
where dreams come true.
I was lead there by a friend
who always knew,
the way to the place
where dreams come true.
His eyes shown bright
with the dream that he drew.
Close to his heart,
near his faith and virtue.
He decided to tread
this path no one knew
that lead to the place
where dreams come true.
Many dismissed him as a dreamer,
many laughed at his guile,
many said that his faith,
wouldn't last a while.
But he held on fast,
he held on strong.
He kept going,
too far too long,
He gave up the chains
that the world called gifts.
He let go of all
that each of us lifts.
And he walked into his dream
and lived it to the end.
And they applauded all that he accomplished,
Without a foe or a friend.
They called him a hero
Because like him there were few.
But all that he'd done
was made his dream come true.
While he was dreaming
he had opened his eyes
and believed that what he saw
even though unreal and unwise,
was true and could happen
if he just gave it a chance,
and let the world be the audience
that is unseen when you dance.
This audience is only seen
When they applaud your art on stage
But while you're performing
They are engulfed in a dark haze
So when I tell you that dreams come true
In this mystic magical land
I'll point out that this place exists
In the palms of your hands.
