From My Pen
Dream
Posted: 2005-01-12
seeming at home.
screaming down tone.
dreams i’ve out grown.
sitting high and dry
watching the world
pass me by
thinking how i
lost (my mind) everything
where is a home
to call my own
where is the life
that i had known
where is the child
i once was
seems to me that
it was... all a dream
I’m standing two steps
from the edge
sinking to depths
once uknown
cannot change
what this life does
where is a home
to call my own
where is the life
that i had known
where is the child
i once was
seems to me that
it was... all a dream
waiting for it
looking for this
wishing for a
dream come true...
where is a home
to call my own
where is the life
that i had known
where is the child
i once was
seems to me that
it was... all right there
© 2004-03-31 Mychal Cocolla
