If only her dreams could become reality; the blissful zone of eternal joy and laughter.
She has understood that such may not be her daily bread, that dreams remain dreams. As the sunrises, she looks outside her window, awaiting for the birds to sign their song.
It gets gloomy around this time; days shorter and longer nights. Foggy days and colder nights, the perfect recipe to make her hide.
Will he torment her this winter, creep in on her like those random autumn rains,
Will he take her away from Him, the shoulder she lays so comfortably on,
If only her dreams could become reality; no he stealing her sun away.
Dreams can become reality, strength is the key to unlocking possibilities. Yet what is strength when your backbone never seize to fail you and your heart never seize to break.
If only her dreams could become reality…
Her Mind, Her Story 