Sons of a Dream

We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light,

We are the fools, we are the free, we are Sons of a Dream.I dream about a season

I sleep inside a place where I am free - and wandering.

I roam the deepest canyons

I soar the highest skies that I might see - my fantasies.I am the seed of a vision

I am the one who forsees

I pray the world will remember, some day the world will believe . . .I live inside your reason

I breathe your thoughts, I speak what's not to be - reality.

I'm free, yet I'm in prison

I'm tame but cannot fly with broken wings - my fate will be.I am the seed of a vision

I am the one who forsees

I pray the world will remember, some day the world will believe . . .We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light,

We are the fools, we are the free, we are Sons of a Dream.

We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light,

We are the fools, we are the free, we are Sons of a Dream.