Final Fantasy
What is your fantasy?
What do you dream or hope?
What do you wish was real or not,
What things your mind provoke?
Is it being a strong person,
And achieving your highest goal,
Then bringing a mighty corporation down,
And beating your mightiest foe?
Or, are you a the more solemn and calm type?
Who'd rather save the world
By uncovering a tangled web of lies
And then tearing it apart with your bear hands?
Once more, would you rather a thief
Who must kidnap the heir to an empire,
Then realize the true fault in another world,
Then go and make it right?
Would you rather be the one
Who's torn from his own home?
And send 1,000 years ahead
A strange place the soul must roam?
Maybe, just maybe, would you rather be the friend
Of one of these three people?
The one who stands behind them all the way
And fights to make things right.
Would you be the clown? The romantic? The optimist?
Where would you want to fall in behind them?
Would you request friendship or demand it?
Who would you go with?
Amidst the trials of life,
When squall or cloud make cast you down,
Who would stand beside you?
And ward off a blood stained ground.
As for myself, this is not only my fantasy.
This is my final fantasy, the last things I dare to dream.
Where my hope lies with my fancy,
And be who or what ever I want to be.
What about you?
What is your Final Fantasy?
Are you the soldier? the lone wolf? the thief? the lost?
Where will your dreams take you?
Seize them, follow them,
Chase relentlessly.
In you dreams and hopes
You'll find your Fantasy.
What is your fantasy?
What do you dream or hope?
What do you wish was real or not,
What things your mind provoke?
Is it being a strong person,
And achieving your highest goal,
Then bringing a mighty corporation down,
And beating your mightiest foe?
Or, are you a the more solemn and calm type?
Who'd rather save the world
By uncovering a tangled web of lies
And then tearing it apart with your bear hands?
Once more, would you rather a thief
Who must kidnap the heir to an empire,
Then realize the true fault in another world,
Then go and make it right?
Would you rather be the one
Who's torn from his own home?
And send 1,000 years ahead
A strange place the soul must roam?
Maybe, just maybe, would you rather be the friend
Of one of these three people?
The one who stands behind them all the way
And fights to make things right.
Would you be the clown? The romantic? The optimist?
Where would you want to fall in behind them?
Would you request friendship or demand it?
Who would you go with?
Amidst the trials of life,
When squall or cloud make cast you down,
Who would stand beside you?
And ward off a blood stained ground.
As for myself, this is not only my fantasy.
This is my final fantasy, the last things I dare to dream.
Where my hope lies with my fancy,
And be who or what ever I want to be.
What about you?
What is your Final Fantasy?
Are you the soldier? the lone wolf? the thief? the lost?
Where will your dreams take you?
Seize them, follow them,
Chase relentlessly.
In you dreams and hopes
You'll find your Fantasy.