As I take this pen in hand,
My heart is dreaming of a distant land.
A land of hope,
A land of wonder,
A land where darkness cannot plunder.
And as my heart so dreams,
My hand is busy drawing wings
So that I may one day fly
Before my withered heart does die
From all these secrets I have kept
And all the tears I have wept.
In this dreamland, there is no pain,
No secrets, lies, or love in vain.
Only hope,
Only love,
Only light, shining from above.
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 11:20 PM UTC
As I take this pen in hand,
My heart is dreaming of a distant land.
A land of hope,
A land of wonder,
A land where darkness cannot plunder.
And as my heart so dreams,
My hand is busy drawing wings
So that I may one day fly
Before my withered heart does die
From all these secrets I have kept
And all the tears I have wept.
In this dreamland, there is no pain,
No secrets, lies, or love in vain.
Only hope,
Only love,
Only light, shining from above.