Where is the place in which dreams start,
Is it a secret place deep in our heart?
No by dreams I mean not the ones that happen when we close our eyes,
Not the ones that pop up when we tell the world goodbye.
I mean the dreams that push us forward,
The ones that say keep going this isn't over.
The ones that make us jump like kids,
And get us all excited and make us want to live.
The ones where when times are tough,
We think this dream and its enough.
Where is the place in which they start,
Is it our home, is it our loved ones, is it our art?
What is that thing that inspires every one of us,
To try and do all these crazy things,
Like act, dance, or sing.
We each have a dream and it can't be ignored,
Inside all of us it's like a lion with a loud roar.
But time keeps telling us to shut it up.
To **** the dreams that inspire each of us.
We lose hope and let them go,
We say goodbye to the world we dreamed to hold.
Look back to the place in which they had their start,
Don't let others tear them from your heart.
Inspire, dream, and let them live,
Follow them until the very end.
Because without them we would never reach the stars,
And we wouldn't be able to take our lives too far.
But with them the world seems like magic,
With adventure, love, and something tragic.
But like all good fairy tales there is a happy end,
One with a loved one or a special friend.
So keep on dreaming until you die,
Hold on tight and let them fly.
Because in the end you will reach your dream,
And when you do all will be redeemed.