Prologue

Some folks dream of the wonders they'll do
Before their time of this planet is through
Some just don't have anything planned
They hide their hopes and their heads in the sand
Now, I don't say who is wrong; who is right
But, if by chance you are here for the night,
Then all I need is an hour or two
To tell the tale of a dreamer like you

We all dream a lot
Some are lucky; some are not
But if you think it, want it, dream it, then it's real
You are what you feel

Now all that I say
Can be told another way
In the story of a boy whose dream came true
And he could be you