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Dreams Journey
With head up in the cloud, I carry on.
My dreams alone, escape and climb aloft.
Upon the wings of feathered siblings.
Brothers of my fantasies.
As pilots of the clouds, they kiss the sun. My dreams can reach the peaked tops of trees.
Astride the solitary ospreys back.
While some, ride tucked away in outspread plumes or perched on the proud bald eagles head.
A symbol of our land.
Still other dreams go whistling by, on hawks.
To these great glorious wings that cling. They straddle winds that spins in rings.
Around the world, yet never stop.
My dreams ride high in the sky,
But when I sleep, my head rest light,
Upon a cushion of those dreams, they fill my life with wealth beyond belief, which I now share with you.
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My dreams alone, escape and climb aloft.
Upon the wings of feathered siblings.
Brothers of my fantasies.
As pilots of the clouds, they kiss the sun. My dreams can reach the peaked tops of trees.
Astride the solitary ospreys back.
While some, ride tucked away in outspread plumes or perched on the proud bald eagles head.
A symbol of our land.
Still other dreams go whistling by, on hawks.
To these great glorious wings that cling. They straddle winds that spins in rings.
Around the world, yet never stop.
My dreams ride high in the sky,
But when I sleep, my head rest light,
Upon a cushion of those dreams, they fill my life with wealth beyond belief, which I now share with you.
© All Rights Reserved
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