What will you be
When your fully free
Out in the city
What is your dream

Will you be a teacher
Will you be a preacher
How about a bee keeper
No, it's not for me.

In all my life
I have been asked
What shall be
your dream task.

Ive search and search
For my lost dreamstone
What to do when
I'm fully grown

Finding myself outside
After ive done all my chorse
I lay on the lawn under the sun
My muscles tired and sore

The wind sings to me softly
Tickling my skin funny
As the birds are chirping
I find myself asleep beneath the sun