Following Dreams by S.K.I

Sometimes it's hard to believe in things other people say
Because you always think to yourself: there's got to be another way.
You tell yourself that things weren't like this yesterday
And you ask them: why today of all days?

They say it's because dreams never last
And like everything else they become part of your past.
It's because growing up forces you to be real
And you must choose logic over how you truly feel.

You could wake up one morning thinking that they were right
And believing that things do not exist without reason.
The world could be so small without the boundlessness
Of your imagination guiding you in unknown directions.

What is it that people fear about hope and dreams?
Is it ridicule? Is it failure? Is it odds?
For whatever reason, people are afraid.
Afraid of believing in something that's as cloudless as air.

They say it's hard to believe
Hard to believe that dreams come true.
And that magic actually happens.
But most of all hard to believe that anything is possible.

For some, their world seems so small to me
Sheltered by the limits and borders of doubt
What do they hope for if not for a different tomorrow?
Settling for things they have and are never without.

When you were a child, your world was endless.
Every day you were led by the hands of your ambitions.
When did you let them go and stop to follow a path laid out for you?
Remember the urge to defy and those other sweet temptations?

Be not what is expected of you but rather what is not.
Search out the destiny thats lost when you grow older.
Be what youve always wanted and never draw back in fear.
For there is unseen beauty in a life thats completely sincere.

I cannot tell you that everything will be as it should.
Nor can I assure you that everything will be good.
But I can tell you this: you will never feel more alive
Than when you follow your dreams in to the future.

You will never see a brighter day than the one you desire.
Only on that day will romance and love truly ignite your fire
Only then will you be able to breathe in the sweet intoxicating fumes
That emanates from the absolute happiness of holding the unattainable.

There was once a time when you believed in defying the odds.
Remember the days you used to tell yourself that you were different.
Different because tomorrow you'd be amongst the clouds running your fingers on the gates of the heavens.
Why can't that tomorrow be tomorrow or that day be today? Who says its over and it cant be done, and that the eternity of the sky stops at the sun?

I refuse to settle for anything less than what I believe is truly in my heart.
I knew this from the start and yet I followed you to the ends of my soul
Imagining a day in which we'd be together lost in the wind
Floating on the wings of your dreams and the pieces of mine.