There are dreams the world will never see
An endless cavern of lost hopes and fruitless pursuits
But as I wander through their possibilities
I wonder what the world would be
If every dream came true
Would it be this paradise
We praise within our minds?
Or would we find a hell on earth
Doomed to be our life?
Does every word become a poem?
Does every note become a song?
Not every dream finds existence
Not every wish becomes a memory.
What is it about this feeble race of men?
We yearn, we cry, we crave, we think we know,
But in the end–so often does it happen–
Our dreams become our nightmares
And we realise we know nothing
Of the madness that is pain and pleasure.
Does ice not burn the skin
When left there over time?
Does surgery not bring both cure and agony?
Not every pain is meant to be destructive
Not every pleasure made to be enjoyed
But this does not make all dreaming fruitless
Nor leave all hopes destined for a grave,
But as the shadow needs the sun
So darkness finds its absence
In the presence of bright dreams come true
And even in the darkness Shines a Light
For He is the one who touches every shadow,
And whose love crosses all despair
He is the maker of all true desires
And the bringer of hope to all the world.
For in Him all darkness becomes as day,
And every day is like the sun
In Him are selfish dreams exposed and left to die
And every darkest hour
Finds heavenly hopes are won.