Dreams

Hey Lovely, what's your story? I don't know you, you don't know me, but when I look into those brown Eyes, I see that we share the Same story. Something so beautiful in the makings, it's gotta be. But your world won't let it be, It seems so cold and lonely over there, Almost like you have terror in your Own backyard; faces watching you and trucks patrolling as you stand there and smile. How do you smile? Hey Lovely, I've gotta dime. Tell me your thoughts to make them mine. Tell me the things you see when you dream Every night. Is it the soldiers that control your world, Or is it a dream of a better life, away from there? I'll be your shoulder, I'll be your hand, I'll be the umbrella that protects you From this storm Ahead. Hey beautiful-tell me, is it over yet?