Another summer coming to an end. And I'm still walking on with every care. And even if the birds have flown the sun has gone. I'll still be here. Here. I wanna walk with kings. And take a chance on things. And know I may give way. To those who can cause me pain. And step aside to threats and bullies. I still believe I still believe. Chorus. I rather go dreaming. Than leaving in something better than in me. I rather die loving than lost in the feeling. Of letting go. I rather die caring and working for something. Seeing is good. I can let it go. I can let it go. There are flying flags. And making noise. Bringing on their speeches. Dreams and boys. But when they're gone. I'll be standing here. And picking up the mess they left. I still believe. I still believe