In my dreams as a young girl,
I saw colored
movies in the sky.
I grew up
thinking… dreams could come true…
One by one
have seen them die.
Don’t give
up… no, don’t give up,
Hearty ones
who still believe call out.
They may
come true, give them time,
Across the
globe, we can hear them shout.
Negative, is
what I say,
I have seen
dreams die in me and mine.
The bow held
no golden pot…
Though we
shook each colored vine.
Time stole
the stars in the sky
That upon
each point a dream had hung.
Failed
dreams faded the colors…
The rainbow
was gone, the song unsung.
Yes, I
clearly remember,
The bright
colored movies in the sky,
Back in days
of black and white…
When I
believed, dreams had wings to fly.
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