Why dream beautiful dreams
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High on a hill a lonely man stands With his back toward the mountains And his face towards the sea! He stares in the sky and asks who am I? O Lord, O Lord why me ? Who am I to reach for the stars? Who am I that destiny calls? Why then do I stumble, tarry and fall? Who am I at all? Down to the sea in silvery ships High in the air on gossomer wings Is it true that the whole world Is coming to this Or is it all but a dream Why dream beautiful dreams? Why sing beautiful songs? Why make beautiful things? Why have them at all? Is it true that a Messiah will call? Or is it true that we don't need him at all? With a little more help from our selves And a little less concern for wealth Then even Satan will fall So dream dream beautiful dreams And sing and sing beautiful songs And by all means make beautiful things For they were meant for us all!!!
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