Dreams to rise are not just dreams,
In face of destined fate,
Doomed to stifle sun's sweet beams,
Close soured eyes, and wait,
When labeled but a flower in bloom,
What heart begins to cry!
When shadow's horror comes to loom,
It won't allow to die,
Lightning's stardust strike the Earth,
Unscathed by human muck,
Cry fear in the deceit of birth,
In sync with pride and luck,
For terror come and terror lost,
And terror gained in good,
War won't melt the bitter frost,
And love the way all should,
Yet rests a dove beneath the snow,
Behind the humid scorch,
The sunset's life would always glow,
Could this love light a torch.
In face of destined fate,
Doomed to stifle sun's sweet beams,
Close soured eyes, and wait,
When labeled but a flower in bloom,
What heart begins to cry!
When shadow's horror comes to loom,
It won't allow to die,
Lightning's stardust strike the Earth,
Unscathed by human muck,
Cry fear in the deceit of birth,
In sync with pride and luck,
For terror come and terror lost,
And terror gained in good,
War won't melt the bitter frost,
And love the way all should,
Yet rests a dove beneath the snow,
Behind the humid scorch,
The sunset's life would always glow,
Could this love light a torch.
