The man with a million dreams,
some fulfilled, some unrequited,
some washed away in teary streams.
The man with a lion heart,
has loved, has lost
and has even been torn apart.
The man with an undying soul,
that lived and died,
yet remains it's whole.
Fulfilled or not,
I dare to dream again.
Accepted or denied,
I dare to feel again.
For dreams are who I am,
my feelings define my soul.
I'm not what perfection is made of,
but I offer my truest self, whole.
A dreamer, a wanderer,
I'm guided by my heart.
A giver, a patron,
I'm here to play my part.
Accept me, abandon me
or ignore me if you must.
Love me, hate me
but in me, you can blindly trust...