Fairytale day dreams always been apart of me it seems From in my youth always dreaming little detached from the truth gazing at the sunset and all its glory praying for another life story I wonder how many years I mean when did my eyes begin filling with tears while my heart dreamed The Creator didnt hear me it seemed dreams of being an artist filled mind drawing and sketching searching to find someway to be good enough instead spirit broken exterior rough My dreams seemed to disappear Smoking and survival now my atmosphere Fairytale dreams just werent for me just look at my past you will agree lost dreams, broken trust,abandonment Rejection, failure, mental entrapment But still a spark of hope I could still see the stars no telescope I started to find my dreams one by one The Creator showed the way and gave light like the sun I have found my dreams and more some have come to pass but there is more in store I feel like Im on a new adventure each day something new and old to recapture its true whats for me is for me no one can steal your dreams keep the hope that is the key GA
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 03:12:30 +0000