The world is big The world is small Blind men think There' s no world at all But seasons come, and seasons go Sometimes full of sunlight Sometimes snow The world is shallow or it is deep Half awake the other half asleep Full of many but meant for him Depending in the end on what you do The world is only what yoy dare to make of it Just like a ache inside until you Dreams though asleep until our dreams come true If it could happen in Athens,Why not for you