Once upon a time I spoke of a tale of a middle aged man.
His dreams were being torn down. He seemed to lose his way.
Seemed to lose his way.
Those trees never blew so cold, as he walked these one-way streets.
He never found his heart; only makes his vision perfectly clear.
Why must this world be so blind? Blind.
His mind is filled with a positive message.
But you judge him by his artistic ways.
Underneath the skyline lies a kid with a greater passion.
Anymore than one could see straight from the pupil of his eye.
You’re never too young, you’re never too old to follow your dreams.
Everything you are is everything you can be.
Never think your dreams are not realistic.
These thoughts plague my mind. Day in and day out.
I will not be a victim so a mind of corrupted thoughts this time (GET UP).
When the world has given up we will be the ones to carry you.
You’re never too young; you’re never too old to follow your dreams.
Everything you are is everything you can be.
Never think your dreams are not realistic.