Mrs. Victoria

We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light,
We are the fools, we are the free, we are Sons of a Dream.

I dream about a season
I sleep inside a place where I am free – and wandering.

I roam the deepest canyons
I soar the highest skies that I might see – my fantasies.

I am the seed of a vision
I am the one who foresees
I pray the world will remember, some day the world will believe ...

I live inside your reason
I breathe your thoughts, I write what’s not to be – reality.

I’m free, yet I’m in prison
I’m tame but cannot fly with broken wings – my fate will be.

I am the seed of a vision
I am the one who foresees
I pray the world will remember, some day the world will believe ...

We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light,
We are the fools, we are the free, we are Sons of a Dream.
We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light,
We are the fools, we are the free, we are Sons of a Dream.