SO MANY DREAMS
FLOATING IN MINE HEAD
BUT WHERE DO I KEEP THEM
THEY ALWAYS AND ANY TIME STEM
THEY LIE ON THE MOSSY FOREST FLOOR
THEY LIE IN THE WEBLY ATTIC
THEY FLOW WITH THE KROOK
THEY ARE AWLAYS IN EVERY CORNER AND NOOK
SILVERY AS THE STARS
GOLDEN LIKE THE SUN
PRETTY AND BEAUTIFUL
THOUGH THEY ALWAYS MAY NOT BE TRUTHFUL
FROM THEM SPRINGS TO DESIRE
THAT INSPIRES US TO LIVE NOT JUST SURVIVE
BUT STRUGGLE IN THE BATTLE TO LIVE
THEY MAY BE AS SMALL AS A BUD
BUT ITS FROM THEM THAT TOMORROW SPRINGS
WITH HOPES PEACE AND LOVE
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