I once dreamed of painting,
Alone with myself and the colors in my heart.
But then, your dreams were stronger than me,
And I cried quietly as you tore it all apart.

I once dreamed of writing
So that someone out there could see into me.
You said, "Who out there would ever really care?"
And I looked on silently as you took the words from me.

Today, I dream of singing,
Harmony echoing through all mankind,
And your dreams will never be stronger than me;
You can watch me sing until the day I die.

- MiscellaneousPastry 4/19/10