Are we crazy because we dream?
Are we different because we change?
Is it a crime to rearrange?
How bad can it be to have a little hope?
And is it all that wrong to make a wish?
Everyone needs to hear the words no one ever speaks
Everyone needs to hear the truth behind the lies
Yet no one ever dares to speak of the reality
That the world is slowly falling apart
And that every life does eventually come to an end

Are we crazy to dream?
Are we different because we change?
Is it a crime to rearrange?
Why do we question each other before we question ourselves?
And what’s the point of lying when the truth will be uncovered?
Everyone makes a wish and hopes for there imagination to become real.
So is it really all that bad to let secrets be shared and dreams to be told?
And to just live life with a little hope to hang on to?
Is it really such a crime to dream of what we wish for?
Is it too much to ask to live life at the fullest?