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Dreamer


Just because I wander
Doesn’t mean I’m lost
Sometimes you must sieze the moment
And go on that adventure
To find out where you belong

Just because I don’t silence
The dreamer deep inside
Doesn’t mean I don’t know
The purpose of my life

That voice inside is who I am
Only when I cross that line
Is when I start to live
Only when I face my fears
Is when I begin to breathe

Everything I’ve ever wanted
Is just on the other side
The catch is am I brave enough
To risk it and decide
To go after what makes me feel alive

What could I have?
What could I do?
Without the fear of failure
Without being rejected
How much would I pay
For everything I’ve ever dreamed of?

How badly do I want it

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