I can carry a dream by myself for as long
as I want, and I don't need advise
I can climb on my own when my motives are strong
when I fall I know how to rise
I can carry a song for myself, that is true
but how do I stop singing, when the song is you, girl?
I can write for myself with the meaning to reach you
and I can laugh when I think it's crazy
I can see for myself what is right, what is wrong
I can sense if my truth turns hazy
I can smile at myself, at mistakes, and I do
but how do I stop smiling, when my smile is you, girl?
There were days I had the key to it all
little did I know that the key to this door
led to others and more
that I'd never seen before
that the world that I carried
grew golden when shared
and that you'd grow a part of it all, girl
I can whisper sweet jokes in a sweet lady's ear
I can laugh when I notice her game
I can love to be social, I can smile to feel near
but the realness is never the same
I can shrug at the glitter, I can polish it too
but how do I stop shining when my light is you, girl?
I've had plans, I've had dreams, I've had hopes in my days
and I pictured a love that would see them
and I held her up high, like a star through my haze
with the wish that some day she would free them
and if dreams are my colors, and my aim my view
then how do I stop painting when my dream is you, girl?
I am free, I thought, when the winds of summer
danced for days to come
but the memory inside
weakened and died
like an everlasting sigh
but you shone them alive
how they rose when you smiled
and, if love is chains
like some have it be
then I'd rather be chained than free, girl
