The Children With Dreams, Once So Ambitious. He Had A Dream. He Wanted To Become An Artist. They Said No, So He Lay Upon The Torn Canvas And Secretly Caresses The Broken Brushes And Bathes With The Paint Once So Vibrant - One That Once Spoke With A Voice Ringing.
She Wanted To Become A Pilot, They Said No. She Breaks The Model Aeroplanes And Puts The Splinters Upon Her Lips And Kisses Them Softly, Never To Be Seen Again - To Be Spoken Of.
She Wanted To Become A Professional Skateboarder, But They Said No. So She Sleeps With The Shattered Wood And Bruised Wheels And Hides Them Under Her Bed When The World Comes And Checks On Her.
We Had Dreams, They Said No. So We Ran. We Ran Towards Our Own Ambitions, Our Own Plan. We Slept On The Bus And Bathed In The Rain. We Hold On To Our Perfect Ideas Because No One Is Wrong When It Comes To Perfection. Our Plan Is Perfect. Your Plan Is Perfect. Don't Shatter It Upon The Rocks Of Society Just Because They Say So. Be Free, Because You Are.