When Hands Make Dreams (Own Your Roar) by Gloria Buono-Daly © 2024
*(Verse 1)*
When Hands Make dreams,
Keep moving through shifting sands.
All you do, all you are — you shine.
In all you touch, you soar, divine.
Now own your voice — let it roar in time.
OWN YOUR VOICE.
*(Pre-Chorus)*
WE ALL MOVE … WE ALL FALL…
Silence speaks — says it all.
Deep in your soul,
Always light,
Let your hands lead — make the dream ignite…
Woooo ...wooo …
*(Chorus)*
More Than A LION…
Pure wild joy…
Love survives — OWN YOUR ROAR…
Louder than before… OWN YOUR ROAR…
*( Verse 2)*
Through thunder’s grip,
Pen our story…
Fierce and free...
HEARTS ABLAZE, WE SOAR.
Through storms, we find our way,
OWN YOUR VOICE.
*( Pre-Chorus)*
WE ALL MOVE … WE ALL FALL…
Silence speaks — says it all.
Deep in your soul,
Always light,
Let your hands lead — make the dream ignite…
Wooooooo… Wooooooo…
*( Chorus)*
More than a lion…
Pure wild joy…
Love survives — OWN YOUR ROAR…
Louder than before… OWN YOUR ROAR…
Woooooah yeahhh…
*( Bridge)*
Hold on tight —
Don’t chase regrets
Even dark… we find light.
No regrets, just pure and raw,
You’re so much more…
Ohhhhh yes, you are…
YOU OWN YOUR VOICE …
Forever sing — you’re so much more.
OWN YOUR VOICE, More Than A LION…
OWN YOUR ROAR…
*( Final Chorus 1)*
Every story has villains,
Your truth won’t erase.
They push, we rise – hearts on fire,
Heroes move by love’s desire…
Spread the light… OWN YOUR VOICE…
Rise and fight… OWN YOUR VOICE…
*(Final Chorus 2)*
More Than A LION…
Pure wild joy,
Love survives — OWN YOUR ROAR…
Louder than before… OWN YOUR ROAR
*(Outro)*
Let’s hold hands — float unseen,
Like fireflies chasing dreams.
Hands become our meaning,
Threading dreams through every seam —
We are more than what we seem.
A quiet strength behind your eyes,
Your voice, your hands, your love — it flies…
You’re more than light… YOU OWN YOUR ROAR
Own your voice… let it roar in time
Forever sing – you’re so much more.
OWN YOUR VOICE, More Than A LION…
OWN YOUR ROAR… OWN YOUR ROAR…
..., More Than A LION…
OWN YOUR ROAR… OWN YOUR ROAR…
Woooooo… let it fly… (softly fades)
(instrumental fade out)
(end of song)
*(Outro2)*
Lift your hands, higher than the sky…
You don’t need gold, just your why…
Lift your head, higher than your wings…
You don’t need things, keep your core…
*(INSTRUMENTAL)*
Your hands hold light… let that dream ignite…
Forever shine — you’re so much more.
When hands make dreams, the world moves on…
OWN YOUR ROAR… OWN YOUR ROAR…
… When hands make dreams…
OWN YOUR ROAR… OWN YOUR ROAR…
Woooooo… let it fly… (softly fades)
*(instrumental fade out)*
*(end of song)*
I have often started a poem one way and it ended up another. Especially, when I try to write a nonsense poem once in a while just to break up the tenseness. Either I start turning it into making sense or readers, reading the nonsense, come to some conclusion I hadn't even thought of.
Ron