Sons Of A Dream

We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light, 
We are the fools, we are the free, we are Sons of a Dream. 

I dream about a season 
I sleep inside a place where I am free - and wandering. 
I roam the deepest canyons 
I soar the highest skies that I might see - my fantasies. 

I am the seed of a vision 
I am the one who forsees 
I pray the world will remember, some day the world will believe . . . 

I live inside your reason 
I breathe your thoughts, I speak what's not to be - reality. 
I'm free, yet I'm in prison 
I'm tame but cannot fly with broken wings - my fate will be. 

I am the seed of a vision 
I am the one who forsees 
I pray the world will remember, some day the world will believe . . . 

We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light, 
We are the fools, we are the free, we are Sons of a Dream. 
We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light, 
We are the fools, we are the free, we are Sons of a Dream.