The Dream

<p>Words by Gloria Gaither<br/>Music by David Phelps<br/><br/>She tossed her hair back like she didn&#x27;t care<br/>Ignored the whispered comments and the stares<br/>How could they know about the man she&#x27;d met<br/>About a love without regrets...<br/><br/>&quot;You can dream, if you let me make you new<br/>You can soar, I&#x27;ll die to make it true<br/>A miracle has found you, now you can just believe you can dream. &quot;<br/><br/>He&#x27;d paid a price but still he&#x27;d had it all<br/>Until his house of cards began to fall<br/>And with his fortune went his friends and wife<br/>And all he had left was his life<br/>&quot;You can dream, if you let me make you new<br/>You can soar, I&#x27;ll die to make it true<br/>A miracle has found you<br/>Now you can just believe you can dream. &quot;<br/><br/>The God of broken pieces, a place where panic ceases<br/>Where prayers are woven into wings...<br/><br/>&quot;You can dream, if you let me make you new<br/>You can soar, I&#x27;ll die to make it true<br/>A miracle has found you, now you can just believe you can dream. &quot;<br/><br/>You can dream. You can dream<br/>You can dream