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!