My life is a dream, my dream is alive!
Yesterday, I dreamt my life, and it felt so real! Today, I am still living my dream: so fabulous and precious, so dangerous and glorious, like a chorus, the chorus of my songs. In those songs, I sing 'bout the life, and every day is a note in the song. Am I wrong? Am I right? Am I strong? May I cry? 'S there anybody can tell me why? I don't want to know why , for I am wrong, and I am right. I am strong, still I am crying. I cry the days I can't sing, I cry the days I am down, I cry the days I can't swing, I cry for not moving 'round. Even now, though immobilized, even that, still I'm alive; I'm alive, so I'm flying... I'm flying as I'm living, I'm living as I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming as exploring, I'm exploring, I'm traveling, I'm making all my journeys even when I can't go and see, for life itself is the journey!