So you want to be a singer and sing out your life
There are some who laugh at that dream in spite
So you want to dance, feel the wind through your hair
Some people laugh and say I don't even care
So you want to draw, express yourself in a picture
Some people laugh and say "Really mister?"
So you want to write and create stories of wonderful worlds
Some people laugh and say you are on the wrong road.
What about the people who didn't care what other said, they followed their dreams
They sang the songs, drew the artwork, danced to their own beat
The only way you can know for sure is if you follow your own feet
Sure there is a chance you might not succeed
But if you never try - then the dream is wasted - it is a dead seed
Don't ever stop dreaming - it could come true
And maybe someday they will all stop laughing at you