Don\'t tell what I can or cannot do
Or not to reach beyond my grasp
Don\'t try to place me in a little box
Or not to live each day as my last
Don\'t tell me that I should not dream
Or not to wish for much greater things
Dont tell that this is as good as life can be
For its these dreams that give me wings
With your words a prison you would build
For my dreams you would lock away
So to keep me anchored to your world
That my dreams would wither and fade
But your words like rain bounce off me
And although they may make me wet
I will with time become dry once more
To soar high amongst the clouds again