Just a Thought
Sometimes I believe my dreams
Are nothing more than empty schemes,
And far from standing great and tall,
The truth reveals me, insignificant, small,
And all the words I say or write
Will vanish with me in the darkest night.
But inside I know I don't dream in vain,
Even when dreams die amid tears of pain.
Because all I dream and all I do
Is dreamt or done for love of you.
So when I die and they forget my name,
If you have loved me, I've got my fame.
Copyright © Shelbia Chandler | Year Posted 2008
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