I hold on to a dream
Like a Blue balloon on a string..
Let my thoughts flow in the possibilities that then stream...
Fear holds me back..so does doubt..shame of failing churns by thoughts in bouts...
I see only wall build up...
My dream shrinks...
Then a little hope knocks my door..
A feeling of hope rises within aglore...

Let me try, let me try..
Let me see if I spread my wings can I fly..
May be it will be rocky..
I will run instead of walk..
I will take my destiny lock,barell and stock...

Because I am the creator of my dreams..
The master of my Soul