Minds Eye
I dream sometimes I have no choice
It's clear to me the same
Dreams are strange
They help me change
And arrange anew
As I lay me down to sleep
Never know where I'll go
Last night I dreamt was in a church
And pocket search
The offering was few
Dreams are like a poker hand
Sometimes you get good cards
Pocket aces
No name faces
Lay down like the morning dew
Awake all night I wish for sleep
My dreams won't follow through
Spoken words
Sung by the birds
Farewell my dream to you
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2013
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