I have a dream, a fantasy To help me through reality And my destination makes it worth the while Pushing through the darkness still another mile I believe in angels Something good in everything I see I believe in angels When I know the time is right for me I'll cross the stream - I have a dream I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
Sensual grace, the dancer rehearsing at her nine-to-five or part-time job she took to keep her parents off her back. Surrounded by doubters, neysayers and haters who know only the shallowness of their own existences, she aspires to preserve and create beauty. They said she is good, praised her often, yet laughed when she believed. What they did not know was her passion and creative mind, noticed time and again by those who spoke move and live in her world. She studied listened and learned, sacraficed days and nights of fleeting fun for the chance to own the stage. Tonight is her milestone, when everything changes. She is ready. This is motivating, like your title, a poster perhaps. It could sell her shoes, dress, braceletts, image consulting, hair-care or an evening at the Met. It could hang from a building.