Is that a dream?
I dare not see
For I’d open my eyes
And it would flee
It’d hide under the promises
Of a hundred words
Sweet melody
Until they cut like swords
I wait patiently
First in hope & then in despair
Spending my time in utter vain
The seasons change
From winters to summers
A spark is stroked
As someone whispers
And dreams are evoked
A silly heart is ready again
Riding past the wave of pain
But the road is winding and I have seen it all
The sights do not entice me
Not anymore
The end is what matters
And it matters so much
For each day I travel
It’s but a search
To feel proud of what I do
And find things to look forward to