Dream Your Deams

I don't believe the sun could shine again,
Nor that the world would keep on turning
If it were not for all the dreams of men
The hoping, the longing, the yearning
For what the poets said is true enough, it seems
We are the substance, and the stuff of dreams
So, dream your dreams, and let them keep out the cold
Dreaming dreams, a heart can never grow old
Give yourself a new mentality
What's so hot about reality?
Dream your dreams, if it's the last thing you do
Never mind if they don't ever come true
Something grows from them at sight and gleaming
A seed of magic lies in all our dreaming