I remembered from past...because someone mentioned they have a dream.........
I have a Dream,
A song to sing.
To help me cope.....
with anything.
If you see the wonder, of the fairy tale.
You can take the future, even if you fail.
I believe in angels,
something good in everything I see.
I believe in angels,
when I know the time is right for me......
I'll cross the stream....
I have a dream.....
I have a Dream,
A fantasy.
To help me through...
Reality.
And my destination, makes it worth the while.
Pushing through the darkness, still another mile...
I believe in angels,
something good in everything I see.
I believe in angels,
when I know the time is right for me......
I'll cross the stream....
I have a dream.....
©anu (Exploring Myself)
the rivers are not difficult to cross, its the way we plan to cross...that makes it sometimes difficult...hindered by our weight of our own virtues.. i hope you see your dreams and get those....
ReplyDeleteI did not see new scripts today - hope to see more after 7th. I in't a good writer, it was easy to borrow (at least today) from Billy Joel's song (the lyrics of a song i love:
ReplyDeleteIn the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To a river so deep
I must be looking for something
Something sacred I lost
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to cross
And even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore
And try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find out what I've been looking for
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear
To a river so deep
And I've been searching for something
Taken out of my soul
Something I would never lose
Something somebody stole
I don't know why I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is that I've been looking for
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt
To a river so deep
I know I'm searching for something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the night
I'm not sure about a life after this
God knows I've never been a spiritual man
Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river
That runs to the promised land
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of truth
To the river so deep
We all end in the ocean
We all start in the streams
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams
In the middle of the night ...