I dream of a place where everything is just right,

I could travel to the edges and cherish the sun so bright.

I can listen to the crashes of the white waves and whistling wind;

The luxuries of life were never so kind.

I am one of many waiting for my chance,

Waiting for my first chance on a stance.

Wanting nothing more to have a say,

I rest only at the bay.

I am someone who wants to make a change.

Yet even that seems so strange,

I am someone who notices the little things.

Even those dresses loose strings.

I am happy to be surrounded by those who care

For what I have is too rare.

I can’t wait for my day,

Where nothing can hold me back from what I want to say.