Beauty of a new born child,
creatations of this world run wild,
days pass by in the blink of an eye,
others live,
while others die.
Nothing makes sense anylonger,
even as my heart grows stronger,
shadows still cling to my mind,
were like two of a kind,
my shadows and I.
I sing my song in my corner,
of dreams I dream of comeing true,
and my world seems a little less blue,
when reality is no longer real,
just a dream I'm dreaming,
that someday I hope will jump out,
to be what I want it to be,
a dream thats a part of me.
So world of brightness and beauty,
hurt and cruelty,
hear my song,
I sing it for you,
may your dreams also come true. |
