I hope and I pray
That some--dire day
The world will be my cushion when I fall
Hopefully by then
I, gladly can
Be held up by my friends all along
But if by then I have forgotten
What it means to love
I hope my fall will only wake me with the pain
I open my story books
Where secrets hide in nooks
And cracks which hold my, greatest shame
I hope and I pray
That some--dire day
I can lead my own way
Down this rocky path
And across the oceans vast
Where the skies are blue at last
I will boldly step into the shrouded unknown
But with the fire in my heart
I pray I'll burn a path through the stars
And pierce the heavens where the gods stand
And with my own hand
I will hold onto my dream
My dream
My dream
Where I will have friends to lean on
Despite what I've accomplished on my own.