Taylor Dayne Written by Graham Lyle and Terry Britten Hair trigger on the line Heart beating overtime One single aim in mind As the flame burns higher No time to talk of destiny Right now's reality The only test will be How strong is his desire Ain't never been a dream worth making That didn't mean a lot of backbreaking, heartaching And all he's got is Willpower To make a dream come true Don't underestimate willpower It can move a mountain or two This time it's make or break All senses concentrate He knows that's what it takes For a victory Only the strongest survive No room for compromise He races with the time And his own mortality Some people don't know how to give in You knock 'em down They just pick themselves up again And all they got is Willpower To make a dream come true Don't underestimate willpower It can move a mountain or two Don't waste time wishing what you might've had You can have the world on a string If you want it, got to want it bad And all you need is willpower To make a dream come true Don't underestimate willpower It can move a mountain or two @SONG: That's What Dreams Are Made Of Odds And Ends Written by Dave Plenn That's what dreams are made of A boy in a playground just pretending He wind the game as it is ending In his head he hears the crowd Standing, cheering, screaming out loud A spark can turn into a flame And he swears one day he's gonna play that game Some will say he's gonna fall flat He'll tell you he's better than that That's what dreams are make of A little love, hope and desire That's what dreams are made of Always lifting you a little higher If there's a tomorrow There's a glimmer of hope That's what dreams are made of Never let go A baby stands up hesitating Mama's arms outstretched and waiting No one knows what happens next A fall to the ground or a very first step There's never perfect circumstances You just do your best and take your chances And somewhere in the back of your head You know when it's time to take that step A bird in a cage sweetly singing A bell in a ghetto schoolyard ringing No one is a prisoner here Imagination knows no fear