Maybe something of the old dreams have died
It's the end
And we are on the other side
Now we can be free
Not a moment too soon

Bloom without ropes that bind
But with dance
With water
With being
With truth

Maybe something of the old dreams have died
The cavernous shell
Is cast aside
The world is bigger still
It didn't wait
And it wont

Your memories have tied you in remembrance
You can't deny the hollowness of your life
The distance of it

It's time to find your truth
To be selfish
To not want to be the world
But to be here

Maybe something of the old dreams have died
And die they will again
Like they are meant to

I'm peering with a new silence
A discerning silence
I wait for sound

Dreams are coming and going
Up and down the shore