I’ll make your every dream
And mold it to reality’s standards.
I know what you are going to say,
Reality doesn’t deal in a dreams game of cards
But tell me what you want,
Demand it all.
I want enough duct tape to patch up the ozone,
Showing that it truly can fix anything.

**Give me a rainbow with substance,
Something I can touch, hold and hug to me.

Show me a world that doesn’t punish the innocent,
A place where fair is a universal concept.

They say I am a cynic of the worst kind,
Prove them wrong.**

Don’t worry baby because
I just taped all the cars exhaust pipes on the block,
And there’s a good chance it’ll never come off.
Then I walked to the store and bought an overstuffed bear,
With every color just like you asked.
And look there, towards the play ground-
Children who see in black and white;
Right and wrong.
They have been protected from our world
Fair is fair-that’s all they know.

I did what you asked.
The broken now have a chance,
The unreachable is clenched in your fists,
And the future is in the hands of those innocents you spoke of.

Dreams can come true,
Even for the cynic of the worst kind.

Proven.