Dreams

The dreams we never dare to dream,
Are dreams that won't come true;
Just like a ship without a port,
No place to come home to.

Without a destination,
They sail into the wind;
Aimlessly to wander,
To look for home again.

The dreams we never dare to dream,
Are dreams that have no life;
They wither there in sorrow,
And die upon the vine.

A flower without promise,
Its blossom bruised and torn;
Kissed in vain by sunlight's warmth,
Lies lifeless and forlorn.

But if the dreams we dare to dream,
Even when we stand alone,
Are guided and are nourished,
Those dreams will find a home.

A final destination,
The ship in from the wind;
And the flower that lay dying,
Will blossom in the end.

Allison Chambers Coxsey 1996














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