Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty One- The Dreamers Song By Hannah Williams

Dreams soar high on the mountain top.
Holding onto hope so it never drops.
Liberty flowing in harmony with the river bed.
Calling courage to forget what the valley said.

This is the hopes and dreams of men.
Forever, now and even then.
Waiting for the fortitude of the unspoken.
Healing the sorrows of the broken.

Dreams soar high on the mountain top.
Holding onto hope so it never drops.
Liberty flowing in harmony with the river bed.
Calling courage to forget what the valley said.

This is the chorus and symphony of the weary.
Those unfixable in theory.
Whose spirit knows hurt and melancholies?
But their soul knows endless melodies.

Dreams soar high on the mountain top.
Holding onto hope so it never drops.
Liberty flowing in harmony with the river bed.
Calling courage to forget what the valley said.

Whisper to the wind your worries.
Let the elements thrust it through its flurries.
The pain you once knew is shattered
Soon none of it will have mattered.

Still, dreams soar high on the mountain top.
Holding onto hope so it never drops.
Liberty flowing in harmony with the river bed.
Calling courage to forget what the valley said.