California Dreams Part I
Time is falling apart,
My heart is stumbling,
the road is ending, so
follow me on.
Take my hand and forget yesterday, let me
get out of the country of Texas, see all of the world.
Don't worry so much, I'm always there,
and the world is free, let me show you.
Then let’s fall in the swift winds of adventure.
Let’s go!
Now look at the map in my brown eyes, and hold tightly
my hand, and our fingers will never grow cold.
After Christmas we'll travel to Highway One,
we’ll first set our eyes to the crystal skies
of California. And your dreams could come
true, under the lime light, everything
will make sense and our dreams will
rise like skyscrapers.
The dreams, euphoria, the fights and the pain,
it'll make sense through the hard times, it will.
If we falter, I know, we can still climb the gates
of paradise. We can do everything. And we will.
For in one year we'll climb to the stars,
stand on the purple mountains of Alaska
and conquer the midnight hours, we'll post
our banner on our mountain, call this our kingdom.
As the lot falls, we'll work, we'll go to school,
we'll pick each subject like roses and carve our hearts
into the trees, we'll find sweet the kiss of unity.
In the season of the blue moon, when we
get weary of one another.
I'll find unwritten ways to love, for
I will love you always. It will be all okay.
It will all be well. I promise.
As we fall in love again, we’ll turn under the sun
To Arizona where the valley’s our only beauty, and
our voices are thunder in the Great Canyon.
The eagles will perch under the sycamore tree,
for we will lie down in the
fullness of peace and rest by the
hawk and the snake at noon.
Part II
Let Me Show You The World
Now I'll show you the world.
We'll see all of it.
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's starve, let's eat, let's see.
We'll go on ship to Africa. We'll buy a jeep and and visit the brown hills
of Zimbabwe. We'll sleep with the cheetahs and run with the lions.
Our hearts can never die here.
Knowing war and love ,
we’ll lower our hearts to the children and serve them.
And look into the eyes of the broken, the hurt, and the dying.
We can help them. For as the warrior children destroy mothers
And fathers inside the streets in Tunisia, Libya, and Egypt.
We can save that one Child.
The following year we'll walk upon Mary's path to Nazareth,
and see where Jesus grew up and David
defeated the mightiest of armies.
We'll remember the creation of the world,
and the end of it all, on the valley of decision,
Where the world will come to ruin.
Don’t’ worry dear, we'll find our romance and rest.
We'll follow the road the road to Rome.
We’ll see the catacombs of old, the virgins and saints buried
with love so perfect.
We'll see see so many things and all the color of the world walking together, the nobleman, the thieves, and the harlots at dusk,
we'll remember our love, as the wind of our prayers
carry them.
follow me on
Let's turn to the twisted hills of France and
find fragrance, and the lips of war.
We'll walk in the evening and lie down upon the roof of Notre Dame
and watch the morning light spill into the city of Paris.
Don't be surprised, for war will come again.
We will be ready, against our enemies we will fight.
We are mortal my dear, we must fight.
When the wars boil over and settles down
we'll escape to London. Where books fly high,
and parties go higher, where love seems but a
gentle lying dream.
Before we die in the darkness, we can always hide
under the blood and water of our prayers, we can be forgiven.
As our sanity returns, we'll lie down on the rocks of Stonehenge
and dream once again.
Part III
Let's Lie Down, I Will Be Your King
Let's turn our way to Scandinavia,
and taste the richest cheese and
then bicycle to the home of Germany's finest chocolate.
Let's find our fill!
follow me on,
Next we'll buy to the ticket to the mountains of Romania
the land of many orphans. We'll grow a garden
of orchards of olives, and make our wealth and peace.
And we'll feed everyone of them,
Everyone of the little children and hear their forgotten history.
Three more years later, we'll call our home in Siberia
where puffins find refuge in the white mountains.
We'll learn to fish with the Eskimo and
watch the faint heat of dawn whisper away.
Let’s Go!
In Beijing let's learn Karate and the arts.
We'll know the greatest of warriors and find peace
in the red blood sky. And we'll rent a yacht and live there for months
and make a business with great merchants. See it'll be okay.
It will all be okay. We’ll find our fortune and
lie down on the ****** shores of Hiroshima.
My dear, If the world wasn't enough, we will rule paradise
on a thousand islands near Malaysia and
compose immortal songs about the world between you and me.
Like the kings of the northern stars we'll explore
far out. For in the land of New Zealand,
we'll see where beauty cannot
die and mountains cannot fall, where paradise
begins. We’ll surf on the silver waves,
and write more songs till’ love draws us home.
We will lose it all and have nothing again
we’ll make our last campfire
and tell the village people our winds
of adventure.
Until the moon turns to blood, I will be by your side,
morning by morning I will be your king and love,
your warrior outside, beneath
our balcony we will see a thousand
blue and yellow rivers, flashing their gates of paradise!
Let's Lie Down
The Return Part IV
In our old age, we'll go back to our home in Texas.
Where the oil never runs dry and where corn crops still grow;
where friendship is only a second away, let's go again.
Let's get on our motorcycle and visit where we grew up
and remember it all. And look at the playground where I fought
the bully in the third grade, and where you
drew your first kiss. Let's see our
first Sunday school, where the air
touched our first prayer.
As our hearts grow in splendor
like a garden of strong delight and the
fearful valley is stricken with good rain.
Let's lie down there at the white steeples
where we got married, where our eyes can close
and drink in the heavenly shores and
thirst no more.
and thirst no more.
This is my epic poem, I'm really trying to break the 50 heartbreak, so will you help with my goal? Enjoy the poem friends!