There was something which I never learn. So, you taught me what is hope. You taught me that dreams are for weaving, I have to make it start. Now I’m losing my way, each passing day and I’m going to throw it away. I tried living the story, but sorry, now I couldn’t hold the truth in my heart.
You told me, the pain will learn how to mend, as long I seek truth, and hold on till the end. It’s hard, now I’m the one washing my tears away. You know what my heart says? Just let it go home and stay.
Dreams will see me through till forever? You are true in all ways, except this one. Now i’m in the dark, dreaming of promises. In the dark, i feel no longer find the light, that warms my heart every night.
For men without dreams, are men without hope. puzzling post as always, i ll leave you with a quote i came across some time ago:
“All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.”
:)
Keep dreaming, hoping and fighting,realising - for progress and change comes only from men (and women) who acts on their dreams.
Comment by silent me not — October 17, 2007 @ 10:33 pm