It Was Only A Dream

So many times I ask my self, What am I doing here?
I’m living my life of fears, filling my face with tears.
So many times I wonder, Who in thunder am I?
So many people ask me, What is so wrong with living,
If they only knew. So what is it with me, Why can’t I
see, living as others do, and finally I realized, it is you.
After all the things I’ve done, and all the things I’ll do,
I still love you. I turned my back so did you. But I can’t
help myself; I’m really in love with you. So many times
I ask myself, What is it about you, that I love you so? I
guess it’s the way you always, “To you I am somebody,”
or at least you used to say it. So many times I wonder,
what you are, Who you are, Why do I love you? And
finally I realize, you are the reason, I hate living. If I
can’t be with you, there’s no use in living. I hate this
place, I hate this life, I had a dream, someday I’d be
your wife, but like I said, It was only a dream. But I
can’t understand, Why you say, Dream on, But no
matter what you say, I’ll always love you, and I’ll
always dream, of you

G. Renay Lyons
4Comfort Travel
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