I like to dream…
I like to let the thoughts in my head
paint wonderful pictures for me to drown in.
pictures where my wings can open and soar through the colors and the words.
all the while, they warp into heaven,
Meshing the ocean with the sky.
I like to think I can pull the dreams that wait on my pillow
Into my own version on reality.
A reality where colors blend into ones that don’t exist.
Where I can swim in the sky and sleep on the clouds.
Where I can reach the moon by just lifting a finger.
If only my life were as my dream’s illusions.
I could sing with teardrops
And cry pure snowflakes.
The road to my castle would still have stones – oh yes!
But they would only be my pedestal – they would lift me higher.
Not scorn me with glares and words that make me bleed my own rainbows!
That: a humiliating punishment on its own.
But in the mornings, my heaven is there in it's fullest...
When my dreas see the sunlight through the window,
Only then can I pull the rays into my dreams, and my dreams into these rays.
While my worlds crash and collide, only one glisten can be captured:
My wings are the only thing that can keep me in my heaven.
The clouds can disperse and abandon my weight
The sky can fall right out of the sky!
But my rainbows, my wind, my rain, my snow,
And my dreams... will always remain.
I like to let the thoughts in my head
paint wonderful pictures for me to drown in.
pictures where my wings can open and soar through the colors and the words.
all the while, they warp into heaven,
Meshing the ocean with the sky.
I like to think I can pull the dreams that wait on my pillow
Into my own version on reality.
A reality where colors blend into ones that don’t exist.
Where I can swim in the sky and sleep on the clouds.
Where I can reach the moon by just lifting a finger.
If only my life were as my dream’s illusions.
I could sing with teardrops
And cry pure snowflakes.
The road to my castle would still have stones – oh yes!
But they would only be my pedestal – they would lift me higher.
Not scorn me with glares and words that make me bleed my own rainbows!
That: a humiliating punishment on its own.
But in the mornings, my heaven is there in it's fullest...
When my dreas see the sunlight through the window,
Only then can I pull the rays into my dreams, and my dreams into these rays.
While my worlds crash and collide, only one glisten can be captured:
My wings are the only thing that can keep me in my heaven.
The clouds can disperse and abandon my weight
The sky can fall right out of the sky!
But my rainbows, my wind, my rain, my snow,
And my dreams... will always remain.