To close our eyes, perchance to sleep;
To glory rage, to laugh and weep;
To build on high our castle walls;
To raise a tow’r, never to fall;

To find the vict’ry oer our foes;
To triumph over all our woes;
To best that dragon strong and true;
To meet the demon inside you.

To imagine that we had great wealth;
To see ourselves in perfect health;
To sculpt ourselves like god of old;
To stride the world head high and bold.

To take that boat we so much fear;
To flee so far away from here;
To travel far to spots unknown;
To chase a river to its home.

To learn the secrets of the age;
To commune with that long dead sage;
To wax so wise and good and strong;
To be that seer of right and wrong.

To wonder why so oft we’re scared;
To play out scenes we’d never dared;
To brave that mountain, sing that song;
To love our child, to right that wrong;

To grow in magic, that’s the task;
To bring those spells to life at last;
To make our worlds more like our dreams;
To do impossible things, it seems.

What dreams may come, tonight again?
In them will I lose, or win?
To know, I only rest my gaze;
And let the darkness lead my ways.