The dreamer

She is a dreamer

And she dreams in technicolors.

When the world goes to sleep,

She awakes in her dreams.

She lives without fear in her dreams

Sometimes she flies

And those are her favorite kind of dreams.

The rivers are long and wide

And sometimes she rows a little red boat

Out to sea.

In dreams, she builds her reality,

And sometimes she wishes

She never has to wake.

Sorrows are things of the past,

Memories, what are they? 

Everything is born new

And the days are always bright.

She slides on the rainbows

Landing softly on the clouds.

Her technicolor dreams,

Where she is the creator,

She pens her stories

Paints her world.

Sometimes she wishes and she prays 

That dreams will never end,

But she is shaken awake 

And her dreams lay broken

As she faces another day without dreams.