I hear the dream,
listening, it tells me
a tale.
The road has many stones,
and you must gather, the stones
that make you feel
beautiful,
magical,
useful,
and loved.
Your beauty will shine
when all you know
is balanced in time.
The magic of your soul
will lift you to the heavens,
if light be your goal.
Hands that will give
love to others
will let you live,
and love will find you
intertwining with the path,
the universal view.
Let music be your guide
the pen be raised,
the Lord be praised.
Don’t fear your shadow,
follow all that is light.
Don’t miss your chance,
listen long into the night.
I hear the dream,
am I strong enough
to follow the call?
There will be no answer
until you choose
to risk it all.
