What's the point of dreaming
If I'm not sleeping
What's the point of my legs
If I'm not walking

What's the point of my imagination
If I'm not thinking
And what's the point of my eyes
If I'm not seeing

What's the point of those words
That my heart is writing
What's the point of those feelings
That my soul is screaming

What's the point of everything
When only me is here
And what's the point of all this
If I can advance without fear

Because there's a point
Because there was always been
And it's because I'm alive
That I can be seen

That I can always express
The feelings I have in me
That I can always aspire
To be who I want to be

That I can scream
And tell everyone
That everything has a point
So I won't let things undone

Because I need to be alive
To be able to search for you
To be able meet you
And see everything through