We begin as were young, dreaming
one after another into our aprons.
They tumble down because they had no other way to go
down is their only way.

They are dreams, wishes, and desires that keep us going.
We need them, we want them, we must have them.
We will continue to the end, but this is not the end.
This is just a midline.

They grow bigger, better, and more beautiful until
the magical one slips out of aprons pocket and
onto the concrete floor.
We have it all, yes we have it all.