Dreams to us all are a wonderful thing,
An intrinsic part of our life,
We dream of fortune, fulfilment and fame,
Of a world that is minus of strife.
There are those that dream of paradise,
Of riches at the rainbows end,
Or far away places with strange sounding names,
Or just to live life through with a friend.
In a dream you can see a beautiful girl,
Her face creased in a beautiful smile,
Then the smile flutters and falters and fades away,
Like the mists on some Ithican Isle.
The business man dreams of power & wealth,
Of control of the fortunes of men,
To holiday in a yacht of his own
Or to own a gleaming new benz.
A girl will dream of a lover to come,
Of the day when she walks down the aisle,
On the arm of a father whose bursting with pride,
And all the faces that are lit by a smile.
An old man will dream of a sunny sky,
Of the days when he enjoyed his prime,
He dreams of the good things in life that are free
And just to live one day at a time.
Most of us live in a world of our own,
Or thatís the way to me that it seems,
Life is far better with faith in oneself,
When itís bolstered up with our dreams.