by Sophia Kapoor
When I was little I had so many questions
Will I sing or hear the sound of my voice
Will I sound musical or deep
What is being happy like
Is it a fleeting moment only
What matters is is the days go on
Night falls after the day
Snow falls after the sun
Whatever will be will be
I dream a little dream
I wish a little wish
My make believe perfect world
Is quite comforting to me
I wonder why I dream and believe
My dreams my dreams
I never understand what they mean
My dreams they keep me sane
Of a life without pain
I like to dream in the sky
And will keep dreaming as life passes me by...
I think there are good things to do while your awake too. Like writing poetry./
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