To dreamers

 I had a dream last night
Alone, with no one to hold my hand,
I walked right into the light
Ready for the promised land.
 
It was the darkest of dreams.
Everything was quiet and at peace,
Pride and happiness in streams,
Millions of perfectly worded themes,
And me, just an unfitting piece.
 
I looked around, everyone was running carefree
On a cloud of hope, no one could guarantee.
I found it, but then I lost the key.
There was a “they” but never a “we”.
 
I woke up angrier than I’ve ever been,
Remembered that smile, like a sound of a violin,
I walked a mile with a dream as my sin,
Everyone wants to win, and I don’t even know how to begin.
 
Where are the sleepwalkers?
Where are the songs we swore to keep?
Where are the realists,
Who hold each other’s hand in harmony and bliss?
 
I looked for the place we built as kids,
Right behind the factory of nightmares and reality's cribs.
Once filled with melodies sung by love,
Now, it’s grey and full of lost souls,
A shallow thought controls.
 
Where are the dreamers?
Where are the songs we swore to keep?
Where are the idealists?
Where is the idea, I for so long learned to miss?
 
So, here’s to the people who still sing that song,
And the crazy dream they hold.
To those who share the story, their minds have told,
And praise the love their hearts have sold.
 
 
Here’s to light, freedom, and imagination,
People who are not afraid to start a new foundation.
To love, free thoughts we hold,  
Songs and words like diamonds and gold.
 
 
Here’s to crazy people with crazy dreams,
Who won’t give up by any means.
To people who give me a spark of hope,
With their minds, hearts, and rhymed lies.
 
 
Cause even now, when I close my eyes,
I see you smiling back at me.
We’ll never forget who we used to be  
And write a story for our own reality.