I can't make myself pure and simple
I'm not always nice and clean
I can't breathe when you stick me in that box
I can't think without my dream.
The hope is what I hold onto
The dream is all I feel
The passion's what runs through my veins
My heart tells me what's real
Your voice rings through my ears
My pen flows from my hand
Your kindness takes flight and makes us smile
Three sets of footprints left in the sand
My heart's flooded with hope at this moment
And I know that shan't always be true
But hope's something I can come back to
Always perfect, always changing, always new.