Dreams Are Lost Tomorrows Gone
Sunshine gleams on broken wings, son
Dreams are lost tomorrows gone, lost
yet life creates hurdles we climb
the river runs against the stream
the battles fought but never seen
focus your mind aim for the stars
yet life creates hurdles we climb
Sunshine gleams on broken wings, son
Dreams are lost tomorrows gone, lost
Life is what you make it become
but you become what life makes you
the river runs against the stream
yet life creates hurdles we climb
Sunshine gleams on broken wings, son
Dreams are lost tomorrows gone, lost
Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2014
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