(no subject)
Why dream you ask me
Of treasures so far away
When just a dream cast into air
Can die within a day
What simple things wish you
Upon your shoulders weigh
The burden of your every heart
Falls in your hands to stay
You cannot see the outcome here
So thick the fog does lay
Shrouding all within the mystery
Of its dark and endless gray
But dream still oh steady dreamer
And think not on all you pray
Instead let the Maker have those dreams
And with them have His way
Of treasures so far away
When just a dream cast into air
Can die within a day
What simple things wish you
Upon your shoulders weigh
The burden of your every heart
Falls in your hands to stay
You cannot see the outcome here
So thick the fog does lay
Shrouding all within the mystery
Of its dark and endless gray
But dream still oh steady dreamer
And think not on all you pray
Instead let the Maker have those dreams
And with them have His way