Once a little boy came up to me
He told me to chase after my wildest dreams.
He said young girl your more then you know you can change the world just give it a go.
And I said young boy oh why do you believe this so?
And he told me its a magical thing called hope!
If you have hope then all your dreams can spread wings and fly
And with them you can change the world one step at a time.
He told me to believe to let my dreams be free
That I am not a nobody.
I am a somebody.
And that young boy told me to have hope is the same as believing.
Believing in the world
And all it's good nature.
Believing that one day you will change the world.
The young boys last words to me were
All you have you do is have just a bit of hope.
And like smoke he vanished into the harsh light of the setting sun...
