It came to me in a dream one day
The perfect words that I can say
But did they work, You may ask
And in my sulk you can bask
As I tell my tale of never ending sorrow
But yet I still look forward to tomorrow
For I know tomorrows a risk worth taking
And even the next day is in the making
For as an old dream dies
Two may rise
And neither are worth ignoring
For they could feed
All the hope you need
And lead you to a life of soaring.