Where do all these dreams take me?
Higher grounds? the Sky? The sands of Nevada or the shores of California?
I really don't know.
I walk blindly in the night only a single star to guide me.
A small spark of light that I try so hard to not to loose it out of sight.
My vision is blurry, but I stand brave through the night.
I don't know if my root once uprooted will hold its new ground.
I don't even know if my roots will even ever be touch that soil.
But I'll hold on to my dreams, I simply hold my Lords word on it.