Maybe one day,
we'll be standing in the kitchen,
making a grocery list.

Maybe one day,
we'll be sitting outside in the grass,
reading our favorite books.

Maybe one day,
you'll be holding my hand,
as we drive back home.

Maybe one day,
I'll wake up to a reality,
where these dreams came true,
and the sound of your heartbeat,
is the first thing I'll hear in the morning,
lulling me back to sleep.