There are dreams and wishes, hopes and silly ambitions.

From the child that smiles, to the adult who now only cries.

There are truths and lies, and secrets that everyone denies.

Is it real, or is it not? Or is it all part of a bigger plot?

There’s good and bad, and the fear of what lies ahead.

What was safe is now unsure, and in your heart you feel so poor.

But there are days when the sun shines, so you believe the change of tides.

‘Cause time has passed and the kid has grown, but real dreams never get old.

So you hold on and push it through, because maybe one day they will be true.