I dream of a day
That I can say:
I've made it there;
I've made it here.
Stand up tall
For you are triumphant.
But still a sensation in my soul keeps repeating:
Will I be triumphant?
Will I drag my dear friends down?
I feel I am strong and will make it someday
And I'll dream of the day that I can say
I am triumphant
For soon that day will be here.
