Ode to a Dream...
My dear
I prayed to the moon to watch over you
As you tirelessly toil the whole night through
In the face of a drought, you stand strong
With only your heart as your weapon
We live in a world of cruelty and vice
Where even freedom has its own price
Still
Mine is a vision of a happy home
Filled with love and joy, amidst meager possessions
A sanctuary where our buds will grow
Seasoned with strength, wisdom and affection
Once they bloom, they'll be ready to face
A forsaken world with ultimate grace
My dear
For now we keep a prayer in our hearts
Hoping against hope that never will we ever part
Struggling to hold on to our faith
Never knowing how long this love will take
When all else fails, I'll hold your hand
Tight enough even destiny won't withstand.
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