I have of ten dreamed

of a far off place

where a he ro’s wel come would be wait ing for me,

where the crowds will cheer

when they see my face,

and a voice keeps say ing this is where I’m meant to be.

I’ll be there some day.

I can go the dis tance.

I will find my way

No, I if I can be strong.

I know ev ’ry mile

will be worth my while.

When I go the dis tance, I’ll be right

where I

be long.

Down an un known road

to em brace my fate,

though that road may wan der, it will lead me to you.

And a thou sand years

would be worth the wait.

It might take a life time, but some how I’ll see it through.

And I won’t look back.

I can go the dis tance.

And I’ll stay on track.

No, I won’t ac cept de feat.

It’s an up hill slope,

but I worth my while.

When I go the dis tance, I’ll be right

where I

be long.

Down an won’t lose hope

till I go the dis tance and my jour

ney is

com plete.

Oh, yeah.

But to look be yond the glo ry is the hard est part,

for a he ro’s strength is meas ured by his heart.

Like a shoot ing star,

I will go the dis tance.

I will search the world.

I will face its harms.

I don’t care how far.

I can go the dis tance till I find my he ro’s wel come wait ing in

your arms.