Wings

To hope is to dream.

When we dream our lives take flight.
We feel like we are soaring out of sight.
From the brightest day to the darkest night.
We'll keep flying towards the light.

Our wings can only get us so far.
You're only there to raise the bar.
If we do not believe in our dreams.
We will fall faster than it seems.

When we fall we lose hope.
We feel like we can never cope.
We fall fast away from what is right.
Just as we have fallen tonight.

Are our dreams this easy to break?
Are our hopes this easy to take?
Our lives just couldn't be sadder.
If we believe our dreams don't matter.

So I say onto you what many have said to me.
Is it really impossible to see?
Tell me truly to my face.
Are you quitting your own race?

If you quit on your dreams.
Then life will never be as it seems.
For your wings have scattered and fled.
Just as you have, your dreams are dead.

Just always keep this in mind.
Don't ever leave your dreams behind.
Because when you do, you will no longer fly.
Just as all who have let their dreams die.