Beloved, I hear that you are hurting,
And for a while, you feel much lonely,
In a small world that you wished all your life,
With a mother, brother, me and our dog!
In your tiny world, every dream look big,
And you sleep with them to make it big.
But when night has lucid time to spare,
You cry of losing dreams that made you live.
Can I hold your hands for a feeling,
That you are together with a dream,
That you touch and feel on your palm.
When you wake up at night to guard a dream,
When it hurts to sleep that you dream only a dream,
Let's know in all knowing,
Living this dream is the real dream.
And for a while, you feel much lonely,
In a small world that you wished all your life,
With a mother, brother, me and our dog!
In your tiny world, every dream look big,
And you sleep with them to make it big.
But when night has lucid time to spare,
You cry of losing dreams that made you live.
Can I hold your hands for a feeling,
That you are together with a dream,
That you touch and feel on your palm.
When you wake up at night to guard a dream,
When it hurts to sleep that you dream only a dream,
Let's know in all knowing,
Living this dream is the real dream.
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