Prologue

Some folks dream of the wonders they'll do

Before their time on this planet is through

Some just don't have anything planned

They hide their hopes and their heads in the sand

Now I don't say who is wrong, who is right

But if by chance you are here for the night

Then all I need is an hour or two

To tell the tale of a dreamer like you

We all dream a lot

Some are lucky

Some are not

But if you think it, want it

Dream it—then it's real

You are what you feel

But all that I say can be told another way

In the story of a boy whose dream came true

And he could be

You...