Dreams

Everybody dreams. Children dream, Adults dream, Old people dream. I dream, too. I dream about the friends with whom I'll grow old, I dream about the person whose hands I'll hold, I dream about being young and in love, I dream about loved ones, looking down from above. I dream of the places I'll one day see, I dream of being wild and free, I dream of my house, high on the rocks, I dream of the sand underneath my socks. I dream of the people I'd love to greet, I dream of the things I'll say when we meet, I dream of hearing their voices sing, I dream of being happy with everything. I dream of travelling with a map in my hand, I dream of never coming back to this land, I dream of finding myself - in sense I dream of jumping far off this fence. I dream of any things that one day I'll know, I dream of the freedom: a dream I won't let go, I dream of my future and marvel at my pride As my heart is flying and singing inside.