Words by Gloria GaitherMusic by David Phelps She tossed her hair back like she didn't careIgnored the whispered comments and the staresHow could they know about the man she'd metAbout a love without regrets... "You can dream, if you let me make you newYou can soar, I'll die to make it trueA miracle has found you, now you can just believe you can dream." He'd paid a price but still he'd had it allUntil his house of cards began to fallAnd with his fortune went his friends and wifeAnd all he had left was his life"You can dream, if you let me make you newYou can soar, I'll die to make it trueA miracle has found youNow you can just believe you can dream." The God of broken pieces, a place where panic ceasesWhere prayers are woven into wings... "You can dream, if you let me make you newYou can soar, I'll die to make it trueA miracle has found you, now you can just believe you can dream." You can dream. You can dreamYou can dream
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