To Dream

To Dream

I cannot write a simple line
for my memories are muddled
the stresses of this thing called life
to my brain are somewhat fuddled

to remember what the love was
to reminisce about the romance
thinking of the times you touched me
make my soul yearn for the dance

times have changed the clock marched on
forward throughout the years
things have happened that hurt a lot
and they have built up all my fears

to dream is my salvation
resistance from what takes off from me
but somewhere deep down something stirs
and it is the longing to be free

One day I hope to be the one
living within lights of the sun
but somehow deep inside of me
I know the rains will come

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