This is how dreams are born,
In instants of hope hard to keep alive.
This is how dreams come,
In tightly closed jars hard to open.
This is how dreams travel,
In narrow long roads rough to ride.
There are millions of dreams and dreamers,
But out of so many only a few survive.
The ones the build the strength to open the jar,
And are not afraid to follow the beautiful butterfly,
Through the awfully narrow, rough, long path,
While keeping alive the hope that came to them once,
Even in the times that everything was dark,
And they could not see the beautiful butterfly.
Out of millions of dreams and dreamers,
Only a few dreamers keep their dreams alive,
And is quite difficult to be one of the ones…
(c) Beatriz X 2012