Dreams are like paper.
easy to fade,
Dreams are like ink on paper,
blown in the wind,
Dreams are like paper.
i bought a notebook.
full of paqes.
paqes filled with Dreams,
i wrote in permanent ink.
put a rock on top,
heavy enouqh for no one to move,
took some scissors
and karved in that rock,
"here lies the Dreams of Me"
. . it aint like paper.
No one kan ever take away my Dream.
