They say I have too much hope.
They say I'm a dreamer.
But when I look out my window,
on a starry night,
I can only see each snowflake fall one by one.
On a starlit night
I find my hope in between
the time it takes for a snowflake to fall
and melt on the pavement
or as each snow star collides.
As the position of our lives change in orbit,
my dreams are opressed at night
but free when the streaks of
Warm Love touch my face.
When Earth rotates towards me,
I will find my hope kissing my cheeks.
And this hope will kiss the hearts of all
because I want the world to walk down the white palace rug