A dream I dreamed of sunlight bathed on coral sand,
Next to sparkling water, large rocks, and a cliff.
There she stood faceless, but I knew who she was,
I ran to her, and soon saw some little ones.
They were children, faceless just the same, but I loved them
From the bottom of my heart as if they were my own children.
Embraced I did to her so swift, and we stood on that place,
Soft and Gentle...
I woke up.

I don't know what this dream meant,
But sometimes this heart had wished it was real.

Doesn't It make you think?

When you look at the stars,
How they glimmer in the sky,
The sound of their 'Ring Ring' as they fly past,
Or sit still-- watching, seeing, glowing,
Birth to Old age, to death and a new Birth,
It is like love to me, and so many things.

The whispers in those skies seem all too familiar,
'You'll find that person someday' and,
'When you graduate and get a good job,
We'll get you married', she said.

Can this ever happen?

I have no home for her,
Or pennies as wealth.
My children would suffer,
Wife would go thin,
Waiting out on the wooden balcony,
Cold and in pain within.
I'd cry all night long,
But then I'd be too late,
The children would either die,
Or I'd have to give them away.
My wife I'd doubt would stay,
She'd know she should have
Married another man,
And will go just for that,
Because I didn't have nothing to give,
But pain to them in my hands.

I love them so much, even if I will
Never know them at all,
And for their best, I really feel,
I shouldn't have such a beautiful thing
Like that after all.

Don't tell me you love me,
Don't tell me you'd spend your whole life
With me.
You are blind from an idea that is too hasty.
Don't say you want to get married,
Don't tell me you want children.
I love them so much I cannot see them,
or you suffer.
Please, Please, forget about me,
Please, Please, do what is best for you.
I should be alone,
Do you still not see?

I don't even know how to cry,
It feels so wrong,
This pain can be so unbearable,
I fear your Hurt.

Do you remember,
That tree when those
Two would sit, or the
Train station the girl and the boy
Would meet?

He loves that girl,
And he can't even tell her.
He shouldn't tell her,
He can probably never find the words,
Afraid He'll always be to disappoint,
And Hurt her too.
She probably,
Never loves Him,
It won't work.
He'll walk away,
Girl don't worry.

Shoo those feelings,
You silly man,
It will only be,
It should only be,
A Dream.