From the time we are born, we're compelled and informed that dreams are the fiction of sleep,
Hard to know if it's true: if your mind plays a trick or if there's some wisdom to keep,
And I know in our hearts there are truths we believe though they've never appeared to our eyes,
The unlikeliest things will someday come to pass and our hopes will materialise.
The possible dream - merely shadows of things that will be,
The possible dream - the fulfillment of what we can't see.
More than words on a page is the promise he made to return in a kingdom of light,
When glorified saints will shine like the stars, and justice will vanquish the night,
Not a fairytale dream: the new Heaven and Earth, nor a fable: the river of life,
But the future of all who are children of faith in a land everlastingly bright.
The possible dream - merely shadows of things that will be,
The possible dream - the fulfillment of what we can't see,
The possible dream - merely shadows of things that will be,
The possible dream - the fulfillment of what we can't see.
Not a fairytale dream: the new Heaven and Earth, nor a fable: the river of life,
The unlikeliest things will someday come to pass and our hopes will materialise.
The possible dream - merely shadows of things that will be,
The possible dream - the fulfillment of what we can't see,
The possible dream - merely shadows of things that will be,
The possible dream - the fulfillment of what we can't see.
