with roads to the sky,

fields of unicorns,

and dragons that fly.

Why won't they let us believe in such things?

Why won't they let us have our sweet dreams?

Most people believe

only what they see.

They are the fools,

not you and not me.

One day they'll find and learn what is real,

are the things one can't see or can't feel.

For without dreams life is only a day,

children without dreams no more will play.

Dreams are like snowflakes,

fragile and innocent.

And if one is broken,

there is only resentment.

There should have been castles,

with roads to the sky,

fields of unicorns,

and dragons that fly.

Why won't they let us believe in such things?