You and I are still children in our hearts
Not having been convinced quite by adults
Still thinking of whole things instead of parts
Believing in hopes as well as results
Nor does it seem implausible to me
That sometimes magic happens even now
As we are given opportunity
For magic we ought to take it somehow
At least this is the horizon I see
That the way we feel is the way we are
Nor is it an impracticality
For us to wish our lives upon a star
Someday when we figure out the details
Then we will make a dream reality
Someway or other and if all else fails
Understand if a dream is it will be
It is and has been as it will be still
Children ever young who never grow old
Those who stay warm when the grownups grow cold
Understand no impossibility
Not the ones who would but the ones who will
Understand if a dream is it will be