That this is the way it always will be
That trying for change is just swimming upstream
Our resignation is wind for lies like these
But what if we aren’t swimming?
What if we’re the river?

That people were born for the purpose of toil
That there will always be the rich and the poor
Weary surrender yields to the status quo
But what if it’s a phantom?
What if we’re its master?

The table turns first in our minds
Don’t fall in line; we make our own path
History starts in our dreams
We’ll write the next scene in our own hand

That each one of us is all on our own
That us versus them is just how this game goes
These are the fictions that score on darkened hope
So what if we stopped playing?
What if we’re the same team?

The table turns first in our minds
Don’t fall in line; we make our own path
History starts in our dreams
We’ll write the next scene in our own hand
With our own hands we’ll write a history
That starts in our dreams

They say be small, we claim our space
They say go slow, we break the pace
It doesn’t fit, we make new molds
Challenge the stories we’ve been sold
We’re born to live, not to survive
We are the makers of our lives
We are the keepers of the dream
And we are writing history

Tables turn first in our minds
Don’t fall in line; we make our own path
History starts in our dreams
We’ll write the next scene
We’ll write a history that starts in our dreams

words and music by Shannon Curtis
published by Shannon K (ASCAP)
all rights reserved; lyrics reprinted by permission