I wish you could see yourself,
Through my eyes for a minute.
To see your beauty.
Your incomprehensible worth.
And your limitless future,
And the countless lives you will touch,
True love is not real.
True love comes when two people,
Agree to love half way between reality,
You may say I’m a dreamer.
I want a small, adorable home,
With vines, and roses, and stone,
On the sound by the sea.
I want to be an artist,
To see my words and emotions heard,
As lives are changed.
I want a job,
That pays the bills, but betters the world,
If in only small ways.
And I want a boy to share it all with.
I want a boy, to hold and call my own,
Who will love me back,
With the courage to never leave.
And most of all,
I want to share with him the gift of life.
So small, so gentle, so kind.
To show them how to see the world,
Through my dreamer eyes.