Dreamer

It seems I have been here before,
the sky has changed, the stars no more.
But the wish still remains the same,
and it takes two to light this flame


When you are a dreamer your world seems to be made of paper, its easily crushed, easily thrown out, easily wasted. Yet you keep on dreaming... you keep on wishing... you keep on holding. And if the stars that once shined so bright are now fading, you want them to keep shining, even with your eyes closed, even if its not up to you, even if its going to be you... alone. Just dream, it will be alright...maybe.