Hope and Dreams

Some dreams are dreamt when we're asleep
others are meant our souls to keep, 
our hearts to feed while we're alive, 
to plant a seed, to make us strive, 
and so a dream can lead us on
when hope, it seems, is quite far gone.

And so I hope for things to come, 
in darkness grope, in depths I plumb.
That I might quench this driving thirst
I'll lift a wrench, though my soul burst.

And it's an honorable trade,
and to be honest, I need paid.