Little dreams,
is all we have to hold,
little dreams now,
even through the cold.

Living through,
what might as well be Hell,
it's our dreams that we hold,
and we'll never sell.

Little Dreams,
in hope for brighter days,
little dreams of peace,
even if for a moment, and hopes that it stays.

Little dreams,
start small,
then with nurture and affection,
grow large and tall, and strong,
when we offer it protection.

When we feed our dreams,
they get bigger and better,
and we all wish for things,
to go according to the letter!

The script that we write,
our pen in our hand,
we ask more from reality,
and then ask turns to demand!

We all act like we're special,
and we deserve better,
that we're expected to be hand-held and fed,
then reality hits
and my it's a real upsetter!

Little dreams
grew tall,
only to have, like humpty-dumpt,
a mighty great fall.

So with our dreams,
now shattered into pieces,
we look to the world
to find the worldly releases.

Aye, indeed, drugs, ***, *****, or money,
It's all a shame now,
and we think no-shame is still funny.
We have slogans now,
saying "You Only Live Once!"
So why throw your life away
you gorram dunce!

You too, once, were just a small child,
surely you must remember,
where you were taught to be mild!
Be polite and courteous,
and a few basic rules!
Being respectful and humble,
doesn't mean you're a tool!

Listen to yourself,
where have you gone now?
You blame the world for your ignorance,
and yet I must ask how?!

You've shut away your eyes,
and turned away your face,
it's hard to face the mirror,
when all you see is disgrace!

sigh...
...
sigh...

But I'm here to tell something,
something brand new,
as only a friend can only do,
that's my love for you.

Friendships go deep,
even the first look from a stranger,
from a child to adult,
from civilian to Airborne Ranger,
Let me tell you something,
and it's okay that you're shocked,
I understand if I came out strong,
and you feel kind of rocked.

You're not as bad,
or even half as you think you are,
you're still a good person,
a great person by far.
You haven't been perfect,
we know this so true,
but neither have I,
yeah, me too!

We're all on this Earth,
gathering our broken dreams,
when we put them back together,
it makes only a mirror it seems.
Each piece a reflection,
of who we used to be,
and when we find all the pieces
we realize,
"My dream was to be...me."

Yes. Little dreams do come true,
every now and then,
for me,
and you.

But please don't give up,
keep picking up the pieces,
you'll get scraped and bruised a few times,
but you'll feel better than those worldly releases.
Take your time,
relax,
be thorough in your search,
maybe take a moment to listen,
to the annoying bird, that sits out on the perch.

Little dreams are made,
from the bits inside of you,
just know every piece you collect,
reflects what you say, think and do.

I've given you a rant,
a warning,
and a tip,
now be on your way to freedom,
and have a safe trip.

As you find your way
to find...
those little dreams.

Again.