Sons of a Dream

We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light,

We are the fools, we are the free, we are

Sons of a

Dream. I dream about a season

I sleep inside a place where

I am free - and wandering.

I roam the deepest canyons

I soar the highest skies that

I might see - my fantasies.

I am the seed of a vision

I am the one who forsees

I pray the world will remember, some day the world will believe . . .

I live inside your reason

I breathe your thoughts,

I speak what's not to be - reality.

I'm free, yet

I'm in prison

I'm tame but cannot fly with broken wings - my fate will be.

I am the seed of a vision

I am the one who forsees

I pray the world will remember, some day the world will believe . . .

We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light,

We are the fools, we are the free, we are

Sons of a

Dream. We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light,

We are the fools, we are the free, we are

Sons of a

Dream.