To kiss the hearts of strangers truly,

Without being so rude, unruly,

Wishing stars so brightly shining,
Lead us to our silver linings,

Dreams lining our hearts with clouds on which our dreary eyes do rest,
With sore behinds and tired minds, we know we've tried our best, so rest upon the nest of dreams that free us from this test of time.

Time, a penny for your thoughts, for your dreams I'll pay a dime, with you it feels sublime to sweeten moment with your memory, think not about what used to be, but back upon our history.

His-story, a story told across the seas inside our dream, our conflict ceased, we are one team.

Strangers, friends. To this there is no end to the joy we share within one spoken letter, between the you and me, each one no better