Dreams

Dreams to dream. In the dark of the night. When the world goes wrong, I can still make it right.
                       -Dreams to Dream, An American Tale: Fievel goes West

Dreams to Change

In the morning light the world is clear as day
A mass of problems that need to go away
The stress of life is never ending
The solutions are ever pending

When everything starts to spin out of control
The time has come for a little stroll
To dream of times without trouble
A world fragile like a bubble

At first it is weak, no more than a hope
As we strive it becomes a saving rope
With it we hold our heads high
With it we reach for the sky

What we created in a world of dreams
Has created a reality that beams
Not a world that is full of strife
But a world that is full of life

The truth at first was no more than a thought
Yet it was for this dream that we had fought
A person noble in the least
Who has slain his mighty beast

It started no more than a dream to be dreamed
A hope so weak and impossible, or so it seemed
But through a bitter fight
It can still be made right