My hands hold safely to my dreams. Clutching tightly not one has fallen. So many years I've shaped each one. Reflecting my heart, showing who I am. . Now you're asking me to show.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. . Well, I spent my life dreaming super dreams. But I hate to wake 'cause then I see. That I'm nothing more than a dreamer.
She couldn't take one more day. Home was more her prison now. Independence called out. She had to get it. . A fight was all she needed. To give her reason.