I Once Dreamed

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

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