This train has reached its station,
And the passengers on board with the weight of the world on their shoulders,
Leave the train through the open doors,
Before the doors are closed and the dreamer looses his way; breathe,
And never let the dream end.

The clock chimes at twelve for the lunchtime rush,
And the stars come out to try to grab a bite to eat before the moon runs amuck,
Amongst the diamond twinkle is a shimmer,
Golden and lost in flight is the dream that I have tried to reach,
And now I have it, I won't give up the possession.

It's not as if I achieved, then rested,
I struggled,
I strived,
I continued on my path across the desert dunes and muddy lane,
To reach the planet of wonderland,
My struggle is not in vain,
For it's a continuation,
An everlasting ambition,
An everlasting condition,
An everlasting declaration that this dream is not over.

The plane had met its runway,
And the Pilot's Crew in flight are careful and uninspired,
I feel like a voyager on his first mission to mars; a child when he says his first thought,
In awe of the magic that is just beyond my grasp,
I haven't given up after the applause died down; this dream is not over.

Unlike a captain who needs to die aboard his fading vessel,
The ovation is not enough,
A tear or a smile, a kiss or a touch on the mind will scar with bliss my heart,
To share a gift - a dream that has not yet died,
I will run to the edge of eternity to become the light.