by Naomi Sisko
Dreams are made for dreaming
And not for living out.
I guess that's how it happens
When life is full of doubts.
And love is for the happy.
And peace is for the strong.
That's how life seems to play it.
Could so many hearts be wrong?
Oh, but somewhere beyond the horizon
And somehow through all the pain
And someday after all the waiting,
There's life again.
Could a turning, though it's hard to do,
Be the very thing that gets me through?
Could what is shadowed by my trials and fears
Be what is true?
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