When A Dream Come True

(Intro: Lonely Saxophone over soft piano)

I held my hope like gravel in my weather-beaten hands,

While every year collapsed like ruined castles built on sand.

The clock became a pickpocket that smiled behind my back,

It stole the fire inside my chest and dressed my soul in black.

A dream once stood before my door in silence and in grace,

But fear can wear familiar skin and borrow someone’s face.

And when I turned away from it, the sky refused the dawn,

Some doors don’t slam — they disappear, and then they’re simply gone.

When a dream comes true, don’t loosen your embrace,

Some stars appear one moment, then dissolve without a trace.

Life won’t hand another map to souls afraid to move,

So run through every storm you meet with something left to prove.

And if your heart still beats at all beneath the wreckage,

Then maybe love has not given up its faith in you.

I’m done with waiting by the glass for fate to choose my name,

The years have fed me tragedy disguised as noble pain.

I’ve worn enough of winter now to bury twenty lives,

I want a hand beside my own that keeps the fire alive.

No more a ghost inside the crowd pretending I exist,

No more rehearsing empty words for lips I’ve never kissed.

If dreams return, I’ll earn their trust with every drop of breath,

I’ll build myself from shattered bones and starve the fear to death.

(Saxophone/Metal Guitar Solo)

Then let the old you disappear like smoke above the sea,

The man you were survived enough — become who you should be.

A heart is not a prison cell condemned to stay the same,

And love is not a punishment reserved for those to blame.

There’s someone somewhere praying for the warmth inside your soul,

For laughter in a kitchen light that finally makes you whole.

The world has far too many kings who die without a queen,

So fight for what your soul still sees when all the lights go dim.

When a dream comes true, don’t treat it like the wind,

Some blessings leave forever if you fail to pull them in.

And every wasted heartbeat is a thief you cannot sue,

The years will keep on stealing while pretending they love you.

So tear apart the script that turned your life into a grave,

And write yourself a sweeter end before there’s none to save.

(SAXOPHONE & HEAVY GUITAR SOLO)

The saxophone cries softly before the guitars rise like a storm breaking open the sky.

When a dream comes true, let heaven hear your cry,

Let every fear that chained your name collapse and finally die.

Be reckless with your tenderness, relentless with your flame,

Because the saddest human fate is loving life too late.

No crown, no diamonds, no victory could mean as much as this —

To wake beside the one whose simple smile

can quiet every spinning sorrow in your mind…

…for something worthy of being lived with all the passion in your soul.

(Outro: A final saxophone melody)