Dreams

She wanted to travel to far away places
But couldn't get past the brick wall
She wanted to soar with gentle graces
But her wings were crashed by a fall
She longed to sing a love song
But her heart had forgotten the tune
Poor little thing
Now what was she to do?

He came travelling
With a shining vision
In search of his heart's only love
Driven by passion of her in white linen
She's all that he's ever dreamed of

Though he found her all broken and ragged
It mattered not, cause you see
Her rags could not hide
All that he knew she could be

Now she dances in royal splendor
And her heart has a new song to sing
And I'm here to tell you
Dreams still do come true
When you are the bride of the king
Oh, I'm here to tell you
Dreams still do come true
Cause that wishful dreamer was me
~ Rhonda Gunn