Dreaming

Once upon a time, a kid had a dream

No matter all the problems, faith he would see

No matter all the work, it's the worth he would think

The value of it all, the sweat he would need

Just to push, to promote, to record, to provoke

To endure from below, so he could make it to a show

Whether hot, whether cold, whether sticking to a note

Whether playing certain chords, just to have a decent flow

To the lyrics on the phone, to the rhythm in the beat

Building his recording studio, 100 each week

Trying to work every morning so 100 he could bring

Just to build up his work, and nobody wants to see