My hands hold safely to my dreams
Clutching tightly not one has fallen.
So many years I've shaped each one
Reflecting my heart, showing who I am.
Now you're asking me to show
What I'm holding Oh so tightly.
Can't open my hand; can't let go
Does it matter?
Should I show you?
Can't you let me go?
 [bad word] Surrender, surrender
You whisper gently
You say I will be free
I know but can't you see
My dreams are me, My dreams are me

Say you have a plan for me
And that you want the best for my life.
Told me the world has yet to see
What you can do with one [bad word] to your call.
I know of course what I should do
That I can't hold these dreams forever.
But if I give them now to you
Will you take them
Away forever?
Or can I dream again?