I battle every day just to try to make ends meet.
A constant pressure builds within my mind.
And knowing that tomorrow may not bring a brighter day.
I hate to even think what I might find.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks along these lines.
And wonders how we all became so tense.
And as I go to bed each night before I close my eyes,
a question comes to me that might make sense.
Is this the dream that we’re living in or what we call each day?
Is this the dream even though we feel awake?
Because we’re searching for an answer and for what you just might say,
so tell me please somehow is this the dream.
Imagine for a moment if this really is the case.
Would you change anything or how you feel?
Would the worrying and stress you have still make you so upset,
if you knew it’s just a dream and so not real?
Remembering a lullaby my momma sang to me,
row row row your boat gently down the stream.
To hear these words again now changes everything for me.
I’m knowing now that life is but a dream.
Is this the dream that we’re living in or what we call each day?
Is this the dream even though we feel awake?
Because we’re searching for an answer and for what you just might say,
so tell me please somehow is this the dream