Masterpiece

For the dreamers who are dreamless as they search for some direction
For the hopeful who are hopeless drowned in melancholy fields

Few and far between lay triumphs of such magnificent feat
If every little drummer boy marches to his own beat
How can someone find their way by marching to their song?
How will they ever know if what they're doing is wrong?

For if every person parted ways and marched to different beats
Harmony would never be resolved and there'd be no symphony

So who's to tell us "grab a drum and be on your merry way"
When everything inside our soul is screaming at us to stay

But then they say we are the hopeless, dreamless generation
We've yet to prove our doubters wrong and give our explanation
Of who we are and what we could be if we really dared to dream
And follow the hopes hidden inside us becoming one harmony

We can march to one drum and follow our hearts to the cadence of the beat
As we stomp out the fields and find our direction creating our own masterpiece