Dear father, we dream, we dream, we dream while we may
Who are we to need, we need we need while we wait, while we wait
Lost on a painted sky where the clouds are hung for the poet's eye, you may find him, if you may find him
There on a distant shore, by the wings of dreams, through an open door you may know him, if you may
Be as a page that aches for a word which speaks on a theme that is timeless and the one god will make for your day
Oh, we’ll dance (dear father), to a whispered voice (we dream), overheard by the soul, undertook by the heart (we dream)
And you may know it (we dream), if you may know it while the sand (dear father) would become the stone (we dream)
Which begat the spark turned to living bone (we dream) some poor, some cool be (dear father we dream) try to find your way

(Do filme Jonathan Livingston Seagull)