To do what we want is our dream, to be who we had dreamt of.
We aren't wrong if we dream, it's the flame of our lives, the shadows that hide our weaknesses.
Life hasn't been fair, we came from the dirt, our tongue knows the taste of mud, our feet had felt the pain of earth, our skin had taken the cold of the night, our faces burn when the cloud become upset with the sky.
So we dream, its the fire of our lives, the shadows that hides our pain and when the night comes we don't forget who we  are, we just chose not to remember.