Some dreams come true . . . and those give us the hope that all things are for the good, and in the end they are . . . so though today I am blue tomorrow I will be holding your hand and singing in the golden sun. . . there I know that I am loved and that I can love you too . . . my burning passion . . . like the warming embers . . . calmed to stable love . . . This music is light like lace . . . giving sparkle to the sun . . . and dance to the heart . . . and if the heart is heavy it is lifted up . . like the helium in a balloon . . further and higher and faster we fly . . . free . . . free . . . brilliant scarlet in the sky . . . until we reach the moon . . . where we will find our dreams . . .