Day Dreamer

Oh how I’d like to be the sunrise

To a world that darkness conceived

Raise me up, allow me to shine

Is radiance a luxury, fit for a king?

Oh how I’d like to be the flower

In these barren desert scenes

An exhibition, surprising colors

Perfectly fragile, a lavender day dream.

I guess, however, this stirring in my soul

Could be the gleam in a proud mans eye

Or the scraps in a beggars mouth

Paint my portrait with a lovers brush,

Get lost in the forest, and display it proud.

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