I take my dreams and make of them a bronze vase and a round fountain with a beautiful statue in its center. And a song with a broken heart and I ask you: Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do, And sometimes you say you don’t. Either way it doesn’t matter. I continue to dream.
When things go wrong as they sometimes will; When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill; When the funds are low, and the debts are high And you want to smile, but have to sigh; When care is pressing you down a bit- Rest if you must, but do not quit. Success is failure turned inside out; The silver tint of the clouds of doubt; And you can never tell how close you are It may be near when it seems so far; So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit- It’s when things go wrong that you must not quit.