There's a flood-tide of hope to the spirit of man.

As a light in the darkness it gleams,

To those with the courage who would dare to believe,

And set sail on the river of dreams.

 

The mightiest of deeds and achievements of men

Down the decades of history, it seems,

Were inspired by those souls who dared to embark

On a voyage down the river of dreams.

 

It is better by far to cling to a dream

Though in stature you may not stand tall.

Than to blunder through life, a giant amongst men,

Yet your heart possess no dream at all.

 

A man with no dream, like a ship without sails

Is adrift on life's turbulent sea.

With no goal to achieve, he is aimless and lost.

A soul that can never be free.

 

Though you stumble and fall on the pathway of life,

Somehow you'll make a new start.

When the going gets rough, you'll still make it through,

If you carry a dream in your heart.

 

So don't be afraid to wish on a star

Though far beyond reach, still, it means

No task is too hard, no challenge too great

When your pathway's the river of dreams.

 

 

 

The late Herbert Power, a veteran of World War II, was the son of Mr. Jack and Mrs. Lucy Ann 

Branch Come Home Year

August 9-19, 2007

River of Dreams

Herbert Power