Day dreaming about what future holds

Or wishing the sheep were indeed horses?

Huh? Dreaming of horses is for the rich

All I care is what's the dinner menu!

Thing big, Do big, that day shall come

When we would rear our future, not sheep

Castle in air, no solid ground beneath

Don't drag me down, have mouths to feed

Win daily battles, but losing the war

Look at horizon, not just feet ahead

Dreamers or doers, who wins it

Each one has own battles to fight

Leave the fear behind and march ahead

Let's make a better world for our clan