Dreams
Each night I close my eyes
And curl up in bed
You couldn’t imagine
The marvels in my head.
It’s here in my sleep
Where my dreams are conceived
Full of wonder and awe
You just couldn’t believe.
I dream of fantasy
Mystical and grand
I love when I’m here
In my own wonderland.
They’re filled with excitement
As I soar through the air
And night mares give a rush
From the monsters that scare.
Dreams are the places
Where the impossible become true
There’s nothing I can’t be
Nothing I can’t do.
Dreams are escapes
From the stress of reality
Take me away
To a place where I’m happy
I love when I’m dreaming
And this love I’ll keep
Another world is waiting
For me to drift off to sleep.
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