That's What Dreams Are Made Of
Odds And Ends
Written by Dave Plenn

That's what dreams are made of
A boy in a playground just pretending
He wind the game as it is ending
In his head he hears the crowd
Standing, cheering, screaming out loud

A spark can turn into a flame
And he swears one day he's gonna play that game
Some will say he's gonna fall flat
He'll tell you he's better than that

That's what dreams are make of
A little love, hope and desire
That's what dreams are made of
Always lifting you a little higher
If there's a tomorrow
There's a glimmer of hope
That's what dreams are made of
Never let go

A baby stands up hesitating
Mama's arms outstretched and waiting
No one knows what happens next
A fall to the ground or a very first step

There's never perfect circumstances
You just do your best and take your chances
And somewhere in the back of your head
You know when it's time to take that step

A bird in a cage sweetly singing
A bell in a ghetto schoolyard ringing
No one is a prisoner here
Imagination knows no fear