Some may say
Those who wait
Very often win
They say patience
Is a virtue
In a world of sin
Still I'm praying each and every time I almost win
That my visions will grow up to be proof
You may say
There's no way
But how can that be?
So would you
Be untrue
And ignore your dreams?
There are some things in this world that I hold dear to me
Like permission to audition for you
Giving girls fancy pearls, gold, and diamonds rings
Weaving worlds of mazurkas and youthful springs
Arias as starry as the stars you scheme
Giving girls just like me empty dreams
So while I
Take the sky
Wrap it right around me
As the audience replies
With such a jubilee
I'm delighted, but still it'd mean the world to me
For permission to audition for you
It's my mission, make my vision come true