You can't hear yourself through the cacophony of sounds, The loud talkers. The images of life crowd in your own mortality haunts you. People try to dissuade you from dreaming, They tell you don't dream it's over. Although light is at the end of the tunnel, they'll tell you don't dream it's over. The colors swirl and collide the dream won't die. Reborn from the flames from, the ashes the phoenix of hope keeps the dream alive. Now they can't say don't dream it's over when the dream won't die.