Ninety-nine sheep on the wailing wall
but the hundredth made it all worth while.
I lost a heart but gained a soul, Paul.
The great shepherd knows how to smile.
Dreamers are believers; are we not?
We dance the tune of a different drummer.
Onward we dream of love just like Lot.
She turns to stone; oh what a bummer.
Life like real time never stands still.
The other side of the fence is green grass.
We try for love and eat to our fill.
We offer friendship but let us pass.
Life offers us rainbows like magic.
We trudge and march up the hill.
In our wake love can be tragic.
We wonder who can afford our bill.
Dreamers are the chosen believers.
Life is a battle of many choices.
False prophets can be deceivers.
In solitude we hear a still voice.
