She tossed her hair back like she didn’t care.
Ignored the whispered comments and the stares.
How could they know about the man she’d met
About a love without regrets...

"You can dream, if you let me make you new.
You can soar, I’ll die to make it true.
A miracle has found you, now you can just believe you can dream."

He’d paid a price but still he’d had it all,
Until his house of cards began to fall.
And with his fortune went his friends and wife
And all he had left was his life.

"You can dream, if you let me make you new.
You can soar, I’ll die to make it true.
A miracle has found you,
Now you can just believe you can dream."

The God of broken pieces, a place where panic ceases.
Where prayers are woven into wings...

"You can dream, if you let me make you new.
You can soar, I’ll die to make it true.
A miracle has found you, now you can just believe you can dream."

You can dream. You can dream.
You can dream.

Words by Gloria Gaither Music by David Phelps © 2001 Gaither Music Company, Soulwriter Music Co., Inc. Winkin Music (a div. of Spring Hill Music Publishing) (all adm. by Gaither Copyright Mgt.) (ASCAP) (SESAC)