When i stopped dreaming
the skies lost its color
it was grey
and the sunshine stopped beaming
and hopes lost their honor
when i stopped to pray

The pasture on the sides of the hill
and the air that pass lay still
with no utterance i made
sound of music never played
when i stopped to play

And then words were lost
and invisible
no benefits, no costs
on people so gullible
there was no strength
no might
when i stopped to write