Taylor Dayne
Written by Graham Lyle and Terry Britten
Hair trigger on the line
Heart beating overtime
One single aim in mind
As the flame burns higher
No time to talk of destiny
Right now’s reality
The only test will be
How strong is his desire
Ain’t never been a dream worth making
That didn’t mean a lot of backbreaking, heartaching
And all he’s got is
Willpower
To make a dream come true
Don’t underestimate willpower
It can move a mountain or two
This time it’s make or break
All senses concentrate
He knows that’s what it takes
For a victory
Only the strongest survive
No room for compromise
He races with the time
And his own mortality
Some people don’t know how to give in
You knock ’em down
They just pick themselves up again
And all they got is
Willpower
To make a dream come true
Don’t underestimate willpower
It can move a mountain or two
Don’t waste time wishing what you might’ve had
You can have the world on a string
If you want it, got to want it bad
And all you need is willpower
To make a dream come true
Don’t underestimate willpower
It can move a mountain or two
@SONG: That’s What Dreams Are Made Of
Odds And Ends
Written by Dave Plenn
That’s what dreams are made of
A boy in a playground just pretending
He wind the game as it is ending
In his head he hears the crowd
Standing, cheering, screaming out loud
A spark can turn into a flame
And he swears one day he’s gonna play that game
Some will say he’s gonna fall flat
He’ll tell you he’s better than that
That’s what dreams are make of
A little love, hope and desire
That’s what dreams are made of
Always lifting you a little higher
If there’s a tomorrow
There’s a glimmer of hope
That’s what dreams are made of
Never let go
A baby stands up hesitating
Mama’s arms outstretched and waiting
No one knows what happens next
A fall to the ground or a very first step
There’s never perfect circumstances
You just do your best and take your chances
And somewhere in the back of your head
You know when it’s time to take that step
A bird in a cage sweetly singing
A bell in a ghetto schoolyard ringing
No one is a prisoner here
Imagination knows no fear