A vision burning brighter than a bursting broom
Weaved by this endless race against the sun
This journey may lead to fortune or an early tomb
But failure isn’t decided until someone’s won
As soon as these eyes close, only then they begin to see
Unchained in slumber, creating a world on its own
Holding the value of reality in a dream, to finally be free
A feverish thrill pumping into the shallowest of bones
Yet, every day the spiteful dawn blinds them from sleep
Torn away from the space of safety and control
Where from each abyss they’d fly, no matter how deep
Where fate would give in to the flames of their soul
With hope’s weight growing weary in their hearts
They began to build a dream they could see with their eyes open
A world basked in peace, not war, painting their own art
A world where love triumphs over hateful fear and doubtful mistrust
Life was born within the minds that had been wiped of dust
The dust of ignorance, the dust once blocking their sight
They set to build a dream to be beholden by all
With only the flames of their soul and hope in their heart