Show me not the way to where I should lead
Instead, grant me the freedom to choose to be
Tell me not stories of heroes of the past
I ain't the clay you can mold in a cast
In your present I shall write history
With my dreams, in letters big and bold
And borrow for a while, my soul that you've sold
My dreams are young just like me
They are drifting like the clouds above
Sometimes vibrant like the palette of the rainbow
Sometimes just shades of grey like grandma's hair now
They are my life now, my blood, my breath can't you see
Yes they could be flawed
But so's your perception of me...
Instead, grant me the freedom to choose to be
Tell me not stories of heroes of the past
I ain't the clay you can mold in a cast
In your present I shall write history
With my dreams, in letters big and bold
And borrow for a while, my soul that you've sold
My dreams are young just like me
They are drifting like the clouds above
Sometimes vibrant like the palette of the rainbow
Sometimes just shades of grey like grandma's hair now
They are my life now, my blood, my breath can't you see
Yes they could be flawed
But so's your perception of me...