To an eleven year old they see the world as a big mountain they must climb,
they do everything to push themselves to learn as fast as a cheetah runs,
they write songs to express their voices, 
They had no limits for one another,
But when he was seven he was lonely,
when he was ten he made friends to see the morning sun in his soul,
writing songs and stories reached glory for them,
daddy and mama told him to dream big when it came to love or you will be lonely,
so he went and got some boys and they dreamed major goals with learning voices,
they chose to believe in themselves,
But here comes the failure sneaking up on them,
They traveled with their stories that became songs for the world they traveled,
They remembered what they did, 
they sold their dreams away and they were sorry for themselves.
They remembered the decisions they did to bring them down the path of wrong,
when the young boys saw their dream in each other’s eyes they made a new goal.
To never stop making dream filled music with each other
They say to you Never Stop Dreaming Goals you have your heart set on,
Your mind is set on the  glory days past the setting sun,
Do something you love to remind yourself you have these morning filled dreams.