Feb 2015
Hold fast to dreams,
For if they die,
Life is a broken wing bird,
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreans,
For when dreams go,
Life is a barren field,
Frozen with snow.
For if they die,
Life is a broken wing bird,
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreans,
For when dreams go,
Life is a barren field,
Frozen with snow.
