My dreams are like a flitting bird high in a tree
Beautiful to the mind, yet impossible to hold
They're not meant to be caged up, let me go free
Follow them around the world, aimless I'm told
I follow the simple path that they pave
And you say I have no drive and I'm going nowhere
A wanderer, a drifter, a lost one to the grave
But do you know what? I really don't care
I don't want your opinion, it's not your call
My dreams are my one shining moonbeam
Because what you say doesn't matter at all
I'll keep following my ungraspable dream |
