Hold Fast
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken winged bird
That can not fly
Hold tight to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a barren
Field of snow
Just some back ground info on this poem-
I wrote it it 2005 so I was around 7 or 8, and I wrote it when I was away at summer camp.
I wrote it it 2005 so I was around 7 or 8, and I wrote it when I was away at summer camp.
