Without pretennsion.
With a sweet chill down my spine...
For a time the clouds lift. And what I have resigned to
thinking barran
Does bear fruit.
If I am to die - If I must die.
I must inspire while I live,
Alongside the
dreamers.
Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.
I surrender all. All I have give:
To those who survived
life's thorns
And provided escape.
To those, whos creations live forever.
To those that wrote the words.
Though my knees
become weak.
I will cause my foot another step.
To carry the task.
And to those that understood
There is a need for
faith
And a need for hope.
Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.
As with the brightest and the wisest,
I
know the need of
Faith,
Hope,
And
Dreams.
I burn for vidsions and inspiration, for this is life.
If perchance I
am dreaming,
Please, let me sleep,
To spend my time in great Atlantis,
In search of Camelot.
I drink from the grail, and
war with the immortals,
Rather than suck in the ruins of a fallen sky castle.
Amidst the remnants of once
Mighty
Colossus.
Comes this call:
Where are the builders?
I clearly see the slayers and the hope they destroy.
I clearly see the
thieves, and the wonders they deprive the inspired.
Where are the builders?
If I am to die - If I must die.
I must
inspire while I live.
Alongside the dreamers.
