With tired minds we dare to dream,
Of hope, redemption, and freedom,
Wanting to rid ourselves or so it may seem,
Of inequities, so that we need not fear what shall come.

All to often we are disappointed anew,
For the Heart's wounds never truly heal,
But we arise, our tribulations are not through,
And we focus on what we believe to be real.

Some call us dreamers, others fools,
We the broken, the battered, the bruised,
Having suffered thusly we refuse to lose,
And cling tirelessly to hope, despite the abuse.

I for one dare to love freely inspite of it all,
My heart is offered to those whom I adore,
And many say that I am destined for a downfall,
While I say I am but myself once more.

Let the heavens bear witness to my dreams,
And know that I treasure my love above all,
I'm prepared for whatever the future brings,
Refusing to cower behind any sheltering wall.