An ocean, so big and wide,
the boundaries out of sight,
somewhere a tiny stream, its beginning,
never despised it and never will;
big things all start with big dreams,
big dreams which don’t despise small beginnings,
How big is your deeam?
bigger than the mighty ocean, build a stream;
and flow down through thick and thin,
carry dirt, weather the storm but keep flowing,
soon you should be where you’re mighty and big,
but don’t cut off from the stream.