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DREAMS is is an entry to a Peter Hollens cover contest. He asked entrants to cover his December Song, but since I wanted to showcase some of what I'm actually good at, I rewrote the lyrics and some of the melody. I also do some amateur dancing.
I wrote this song to express the feelings I am was undergoing at the time. I have always been a poetic soul, and my youthful years in school were joyous and creative. I was ambitious and had lofty goals, and was sure I would achieve them easily.
Years later, I found myself working full time in a job I didn't like, spending a lot of time raising a family, and feeling the crunch and disappointment of the difficulty of pursuing my creative dreams. This song shares my incredible frustration and despair at not being able to do the things I love.
Many thanks to Posterity Studio for recording the music and to Nechama Leitner for venturing to make her first video!
I wrote this song to express the feelings I am was undergoing at the time. I have always been a poetic soul, and my youthful years in school were joyous and creative. I was ambitious and had lofty goals, and was sure I would achieve them easily.
Years later, I found myself working full time in a job I didn't like, spending a lot of time raising a family, and feeling the crunch and disappointment of the difficulty of pursuing my creative dreams. This song shares my incredible frustration and despair at not being able to do the things I love.
Many thanks to Posterity Studio for recording the music and to Nechama Leitner for venturing to make her first video!
LYRICS
Youthful hoping, always coping
Confident my dreams would all come true
Burning passion, my soul fashioned
Rosy visions, great things I would do
Sure, I was sure then I would achieve
Sure then that I’d reach my goals
But now I’ve grown, now I’ve known
The bitterness of weary bones
Of always trying, yet denying the dreams, my dreams
I try and fail, has my ship sailed?
My confidence grows old and stale
And now I wonder should I still believe?
Brick walls crashing, always smashing
Treading water just to keep alive
Errands pressing, days depressing
All this effort, barely to survive
Soul Oh my soul it is crying
Is this all I have to live for?
For daily bread, wake to bed
Just rushing through and feeling dead
Never a moment, never a time to dream
My hopes are low, how to grow
My faith is broken, I don’t know
Will I achieve, should I believe?
Please my God I beg You 3x
Restore my life
My hopes and dreams, why I breathe
The soul that makes humanity
Being creative, not subjugated to drudge
The hope in more, the open door
Fulfillment that we’re living for
Missions and visions, sparks and decisions
To dream. To dream. I dream.
Confident my dreams would all come true
Burning passion, my soul fashioned
Rosy visions, great things I would do
Sure, I was sure then I would achieve
Sure then that I’d reach my goals
But now I’ve grown, now I’ve known
The bitterness of weary bones
Of always trying, yet denying the dreams, my dreams
I try and fail, has my ship sailed?
My confidence grows old and stale
And now I wonder should I still believe?
Brick walls crashing, always smashing
Treading water just to keep alive
Errands pressing, days depressing
All this effort, barely to survive
Soul Oh my soul it is crying
Is this all I have to live for?
For daily bread, wake to bed
Just rushing through and feeling dead
Never a moment, never a time to dream
My hopes are low, how to grow
My faith is broken, I don’t know
Will I achieve, should I believe?
Please my God I beg You 3x
Restore my life
My hopes and dreams, why I breathe
The soul that makes humanity
Being creative, not subjugated to drudge
The hope in more, the open door
Fulfillment that we’re living for
Missions and visions, sparks and decisions
To dream. To dream. I dream.
