I awake each day to a brand new beginning,
A perfect world without all of the sinning.
Each morning is different and quite unique,
It changes and shifts week upon week...
I think of the future and what will it hold,
Where will I be? Shall I grow old?
On every tomorrow shall my heart still be free?
Shall I find you? Will you still be loving me? ...
Must the blood I spill always be in vain?
Must all of my romances bring only pain?
I'm sick and tired of all of the stress,
And I'm tired of my life being such a big mess...
So I place my hope in a brighter tomorrow,
I return to my bed and dream away sorrow.
If you just reveal the sparkle in your eyes,
This could be a dreamers greatest prize...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
Cosmic Dreamer
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