Have you ever floated through the clouds,
Or reached up to touch a star,
Ever felt like you were flying,
Knowing Heaven's not that far?

When your eyes have all but shut,
And you are drifting off to sleep,
Knowing that your dreams are guarded
By all the secrets that you keep.

The silence that comes to greet you,
The dreams that rise up in your mind,
The feeling of falling through the darkness,
When your dreams are hard to find.

Those moments where it doesn't matter
Who you are or what you've done,
Where the only thing that really matters
Is who you might become.

Your dreams are all that define you
In the hours before dawn,
When you can decide what role you'll play,
When you choose to become someone.

These dreams can't predict your future,
But they could become your reality,
Don't choose to be just who you are,
But who you want to be.