To truly have no care in the world To be the one that breaks the mold To be your only hand to hold To care for you when you grow old To never let my love be sold Even when you act so cold
That is the dream I hold deep in my soul Clutching that dream late at night When the house shudders and the lightning strikes Crying into my pillow Don't let go! Without that dream I don't know...
This is a very old poem. One of the first I ever wrote.