Pencilled thoughts on paper,
Penned hopeful dreams,
Typed lists of wishes
Is all I do it seems,
Nothing ever changes,
Even with the words I write,
They're just my lifes ideas,
This keeps them in my sight,
We have to keep on holding,
The dreams inside our head,
They keep us having faith in life,
Until that is, we're dead,
Then all our dreams and wishes,
Come alive and take our mind,
To pure and everlasting light,
It's what one day we'll find.
I hope!
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
Pencilled thoughts on paper,
Penned hopeful dreams,
Typed lists of wishes
Is all I do it seems,
Nothing ever changes,
Even with the words I write,
They're just my lifes ideas,
This keeps them in my sight,
We have to keep on holding,
The dreams inside our head,
They keep us having faith in life,
Until that is, we're dead,
Then all our dreams and wishes,
Come alive and take our mind,
To pure and everlasting light,
It's what one day we'll find.
I hope!
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