Dreams come to us some think as we sleep. This is not always the true way that we dream. We can dream with eyes wide open to the wondrous world we see before us, to love and happiness. There is always peace within our dream, no pain, no hurt. When we suddenly realize we are not dreaming, that it's real, only then do we know how we can truly see our dreams before us. |
I think as we dream we see life, as we see life, we then know love is there, happiness and faith is there. Our dreams can be so beautiful, peaceful, and so full of love. As we sometimes know as well, dreams can be scary, and painful. Always search in your soul, for there is no fear within the soul of a dreamer. |
Bend down and touch me, may every morning hold a new surprise. Then as I stumble from sleep, make your's the first face I see. As I amble through my day, be there to help guide me, all along the way. If I shall falter, let your shoulders be close enough for me to reach out to for the strength I so need. Follow my light into darkness, and take me back again through every midnight. Bend down and touch me, so when I stumble into sleep, your's is the last face I shall see...... Dedicated to every soul who has ever loved or dreamed of love... |
Thinking of you in my dreams, wishing I could grant your every want and need, wondering how to keep you safe and happy. Thinking of the dreams we once shared, hoping and praying you still care. Knowing all the times I did wrong, you did wrong, just dreaming dreams, like a dreamer does. Thinking of the love I feel for you, trying to believe that it would renew, thinking of things that could have been done to prevent all the heartaches. Doubting that you really cared, for I am a dreamer..... Dreamer of heaven above, please set him free, as he is also a dreamer with dreams yet to be dreamed. |
Bright dreams ever hopeful, filled with brand new hopeful schemes. Pastel shades and wedged skies, first light of love in his deep blue eyes. Bereft of all we share, my soul, oh how so very old, yet so young, so bare. Afraid of you, of me, of life. Such fear has it's life as with dreams. Let the fear turn to dreams, for without dreams, we are nothing. Dedicated to Bobby |
Hold fast to your dreams, for without dreams, life is like a broken winged sparrow that cannot fly. Dedicated to my children...... |
