Hold fast to dreams,
for if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird,
That can't fly.
Hold fast to dreams,
for when dreams go,
life is a barren field big,
Frozen with a ton snow.
To Dare to Dream, Dare i till the end;
they are all yours and yours, alone to attend.
Work on them, no matter what people say;
for I'm sure, shooting-stars will always find their way.
The road might be dry, with thorns all over;
but, when were roses, without thorns ever.
Always dream to be, a cut above the best;
and remember even things can make a nest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreams are come true