Only just a little boy I learned life can be cruel Said I try to save the world, they told me I'was a fool And made me their stepping stool Now I've grown into a man A fool yes I may be But all the while, I've kept the dream Deep down inside of me And now its breaking, breaking free Life isn't all the things that we may wish or want But never cease to give it everything you got And though some things are stolen, ripped right at the seam If you have breath, then you still have a chance to dream Some of us have had the start where everything was given Some of us have scratched and scrapped to simply make a livin' But still fight on, just the same And, money, power, privilege, a dream is so much more And if you've lost your dream it hurts, if rich or if your poor You feel it down, right through your core