Oh, could dreams come true And wash away the blue How glad my heart would be If only it could see It's one desire manifest.
Then, should mountains crumble And from the heights I tumble All else could fade away And though melancholy I'd still feel gay And could e'en die content.
Alas, the sky remains to be parted So I remain downhearted Longing for the dawn to break For my soul to cease to ache And bask in the glorious light of a dream come true.
I may add more to this later, but this works for now.