She tossed her hair back like she
didn't care. Ignored the whis-
pered comments and the stares.
How could they know about the
man she'd met about a love with-
out regrets...

"You can dream, if you let me
make you new. You can soar, I'll
die to make it true. A miracle
has found you, now you can just
believe you can dream."

He'd paid a price but still he'd
had it all, until his house of cards
began to fall. And with his for-
tune went his friends and wife
and all he had left was his life.

"You can dream, if you let me
make you new. You can soar, I'll
die to make it true. A miracle
has found you, now you can just
believe you can dream."

The God of broken pieces, a
place where panic ceases. Where
prayers are woven into wings...

"You can dream, if you let me
make you new. You can soar, I'll
die to make it true. A miracle
has found you, now you can just
believe you can dream."

You can dream. You can dream.
You can dream