There is a place,
Where the grass is greener.
Where the birds are always chirping.
And in that magical land,
all wishes come true.

It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.

And yet despite its awe,
its beauty, its magnificence,
not all dreams are good,
not all hopes are bad. For

It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.

For everyone it's different,
though a heaven all the same.
To one a perfect utopia,
to another, a forgotten wasteland.

It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.

In the perfect utopia,
Not all is as seems.
Once the outer shell is cracked,
The truth is revealed.

It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.

The past is true for the opposite:
an evil outer shell.
The good within is waiting,
Waiting for freedom.

It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.

In the land of Dreams and Hopes,
Nothing is as it seems.
A chick may be a hawk,
Waiting to spread its wings.

It is the land of Dreams.
It is the land of Hopes.

When an eagle takes flight,
When a fish wiggles its fins.
When you hear a tiger's roar,
When you see a flower bloom.

You are in the land of Dreams.
In the land of Hopes