Dreams are so perfect and dreams are so right.
They are all thing beautiful and everything bright.
Changed over years and altered with time.
Dreams that are sacred. Dreams that are mine.
Dream....
Lazy summer days
Under clouds so white.
A soldier riding home
From the war at night.
One man's desire
For a better place.
A belief that all are equal
And not just one special race.
A vision, a thought,
A want for something more.
....Dream
Shadows dancing in the night
Children playing with toys so bright
Mother's calling, dinner's done
Friend is howling, the game is gone.
Rainbows are falling from the sky
Little boys are asking, "Why, why, why?"
Bright beams from the morning sun
The night is over, the dream is done.
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