My Dream
My Dream
Hugging my soft pillow
As I gather my lost shattered thoughts
I reach for my pen
My best friend. My old fellow
How much I turn to you my pen?!
Cause you're the only one
who knows me deeply from within
You're always there for me
Through thick & thin!
And when I am young old enough
You are patient with my silly childish dreams
Like dreaming of being a king in a legend!
Or becoming a king
