Soaring high on the wind
Like the birds flying free in the sky
I don’t have wings but hey
I still can dream about all of the places
I would go if I could only make them real

Going – Going – Going – Going on!

Within my dreams, you see

The world is painted differently
It’s really unlike reality
Where nothing ever goes my way

Within this heart, I’m holding
There’s a spring overflowing
I’ll brush away all the haze that may come my way

Nothing can hold me down
‘Cause the dream I see is Crystal Clear

This is it! This is it!
I can’t wait to give this feeling a name
Every emotion filling me with

So much happiness
I feel like I might cry
Soaring high on the wind
Like the birds flying free in the sky
I don’t have wings but hey
I still can dream about all of the places
I would go if I could only make them real

Going – Going – Going – Going on!

Sometimes I can’t help but see
The things I’m lacking desperately
I know that it’s not right to compare
Myself to everyone around

But now all those thoughts are a blur
Because I have found the answer
No, I don’t care, cause there’s nothing left to compare
Hidden in me there is something here that only I can do

Is this love? Or a dream?
I don’t know them well, it’s all new to me
What do they look like, shape and color?
I don’t know where even dreams and wishes come from?