The Dream

Words by Gloria Gaither

Music by David Phelps

She tossed her hair back like she didn't care

Ignored the whispered comments and the stares

How could they know about the man she'd met

About a love without regrets...

"You can dream, if you let me make you new

You can soar, I'll die to make it true

A miracle has found you, now you can just believe you can dream. "

He'd paid a price but still he'd had it all

Until his house of cards began to fall

And with his fortune went his friends and wife

And all he had left was his life

"You can dream, if you let me make you new

You can soar, I'll die to make it true

A miracle has found you

Now you can just believe you can dream. "

The God of broken pieces, a place where panic ceases

Where prayers are woven into wings...

"You can dream, if you let me make you new

You can soar, I'll die to make it true

A miracle has found you, now you can just believe you can dream. "

You can dream. You can dream

You can dream