To Alex
He was a boy with a restless heart,
A wooden sword and a world to start,
He never knew how far he could go,
But he chased the moon through the falling snow.
He wanted to fly where the eagles fly,
To touch the stars in an endless sky,
He stumbled hard, but he dreamed again,
For a boy's first kingdom has no end.
Chorus
Dream, my son, dream beyond the sky,
Don't let the world teach you why you can't fly.
You may lose your way, you may fall apart,
But keep that wild little fire in your heart.
The world may say, “Come back to the ground,”
But your dreams are where you're truly found.
And wherever your restless footsteps run,
You'll always be my boy, my son.
Now he is older, the years have flown,
He's building a life that is all his own.
He carries a burden he doesn't explain,
And hides his fears behind the smile of a man.
But somewhere inside that grown-up face
Lives the little boy I can still embrace.
Chorus
Dream, my son, dream beyond the sky,
Even grown men need a reason to fly.
The road may be long, the night may be cold,
But don't let your dreams grow old.
And when you finally reach the setting sun,
Remember the boy who first began to run.
No matter how far your journey has gone,
You'll always be my son.
Bridge
I cannot walk every road beside you,
I cannot protect you from all you must do.
But if the world ever makes you afraid,
Remember the dreams that your childhood made.
Final Chorus
Dream, my son, dream beyond the sky...
And if someday your dreaming is done,
Come home again.
Come home, my son.
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他是个不安心的少年,
手握木剑,梦在天边。
不知道前途究竟多远,
却追着月光,奔过飞雪漫天。
他想像雄鹰一样飞翔,
他想探索那宇宙一趟,
跌倒了,他也从不悲伤,
因为男孩的王国—在心中回荡。
梦想吧孩子,梦飞到那云天之上,
别让这世界告诉你——你没有翅膀。
也许你会迷路,也许会忧伤,
可别让心中那团炙热的火焰消亡。
世界也许会说:“回来吧,地面才安全。”
可你的梦,才是你真正的家园。
无论你的脚步将奔向多远,
你永远是我的男孩,
我的孩子,我的少儿郎。
如今你已长大,岁月如烟,
亲手筑起属于自己的明天。
肩上的重担,从不轻易言,
所有的恐惧,藏于男人的笑脸
可在那张成熟的容颜里面,
我依然看见那个小小少年,
那个我曾经可以拥在怀间,
如今却只能藏在记忆深处——
轻轻地想念。
梦想吧孩子,梦飞向那云天,
就算长大成人,也需要飞翔的理由和信念。
路也许漫长,长夜也许寒冷,
千万别让你的梦想输给岁月流年。
当有一天,你终于走到落日的那一边,
还记得那个最初奔跑的少年。
无论你走过多少路,走了多远,
你永远是我的孩子,
永远是我的少儿郎。
我不能陪你走完每一条路,
我不能替你体会风霜和苦。
如果有一天,世界让你感到无助,
请记住童年——
你做过的梦,和坚强的头颅。
梦想吧我的孩子,梦飞向那云天……
哪怕有一天,你的梦也走到了终点,
若疲惫了,若漂泊够了,
若再也不想独自向前——
就回家吧。
这里永远有你的灯,
永远有我等你的门。
无论你曾飞过多高的天,
无论你走过多远的山,
无论岁月把你带到了何地——
回来吧,我的孩子。
回家吧,我的少年郎。