Dream

If this is truly a dream
Then I don’t wanna wake up
Cos if I’m ever free
It’s only in my dreams
Only there I’m I poor bastard
That has so much to offer
Its only there that this pain stops
And I get to really live
Its only there that
I get to meet my private self
I get to see the child inside me dance
I get to ride wild horses
So let me and my dreams be,
Cos it does me more good than I’d ever say
It helps me live
It makes my broken heart whole
It seals my wounds
It covers all my scars
But I never forget
This is just but a temporary loan

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As they sing, I wonder

Early in the morn’
As they hang on trees
In the still freezing temperatures
You can hear ’em chant their tones
And ryhme in their choruses

Do they moan
Or do they yawn?
Do they cry out to their own?
Do they give thanks for a new dawn?
Do they embrace themselves for the unknown?

Do they praise or do they plead?
Do they seek to be led?
Or do they express their need ..
In readiness for the day ahead?
Do they cry out to their God for their daily bread?