Every brick in Manhattan
was laid by a man
who worked for his dreams to come true
Every ship on the ocean
and train on this land
has hope riding on with the crew.
And what if all fortunes
were never be made
and roads never leading to Rome?
Would buildings be built
and highways be paved
If kings never quested their throne?
So if ever they tell you
to stop what you’re doin’
cause dreams can be reached anymore
Say, reality may
have me dying in bed
but dreams get me out of the door.
A carrot, they say,
keeps the donkey persuaed’
to trot for a mile through the glade
He never looks back
and keeps pulling the hack
though the carrot keeps going away.