August 3, 2010
My dreams carry me through the day.
They liven my life when the sky turns gray.
They're whimsical, magical, very hard to find.
It's sad that they only exist in my mind.
Don't float away, don't be scared.
The light is not worth being feared.
How many times have you heard this?
"You are dreams you do not deserve this."
The light soon comes and destroys the night.
My dreams, they are trembling in fright.
The sky is bright, the day is new.
The room is painted a bright, bright blue.
My dreams are gone, but i'm not sad.
I know again I will be glad.
My dreams will soon come back to me.
And one day you all will see...

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