• a world without dreaming
    is a world without meaning
    nothing to strive for
    no reason to try
    a world without hate
    wouldn't that be great
    but i look at their faces
    and i wonder why
    in the world that i built
    the flowers don't wilt
    you can live in my world
    and never die
    so come take my hand
    and you'll soon understand
    why with a soft smile
    i sometimes sigh
    it's time to be free
    follow me and you'll see
    in my little world
    you can soar high