Dream Child

At the edge of the wood If only you all could Hear me as you drive in your car I really feel that I should Be there... Where Hollywood Can see me shining like a star Because I want to sing Momma, this joy I could bring To the world upon the stage So I stand here praying While other children are playing And running; I'm a bird in a cage But my echo and I rejoice Hearing the sound of my own voice Can you hear my heart's cry? At the edge of the wood I am doing really good As I sing do not pass me by Dedicated to Helen