We’ve languished in the wretchedness
Of a self imposed disease
A sickness born of good intent, this
Odd desire to only please
We’ve held our tongues and hid ourselves
We’ve burrowed deep within
And there in shadows, for our neglect,
Our dreams came near to end

We lingered in the corner, crouched
Then on our hands and knees
Blind and mute and resolute
Too foolish to even believe
We’d collect the fallen feathers of
Our pathetic, broken wings
While inside a scream beat on the walls
Still we'd refuse to say a thing

We lamented only in silence so that
None could ever really hear
Carving wishes on the invisible walls
Once built to contain our fear
But there were echoes of an unused voice
One that resided, still, within
And it repeated, as echoes will do,
“Dreamers’ dreams aren’t meant to end”

We laughed, somehow, still without
Making even the smallest sound
Time and again, we’d try to make a stand
Only to continually fall down
But the unending repetition of that echo
Would eventually fill the space
And we, then entirely without peace,
Would find it more than we could take

Dreamers’ dreams aren’t meant to end
Dreamers’ dreams aren’t meant to end
Dreamers’ dreams…
Dreamers’ dreams…
Dreamers….

Dreamers,
We


(Out of the dark
And into the light
Set to dream again
Tonight)