Dream your dreams, know they are not in vane.

Everything that could and could not be,

imagine everything.

Where no ears can hear they will be heard.

Where nothing is impossible they will be possible.

Dream your dreams, give them to time.

Knowing they are not in vane,

time will give them life.

Wake up and see,

just like clay takes form in our hands,

life takes form in the hands of our dreams.

Everything we want,

everything we ever wanted,

hides only in a dream.

Only one dream away.


And nothing has ever been in vane.


Nothing.


Ever.