I sit sometimes near my window
And write my dreams with flowing tears
Making their way through warm flushed cheeks
Those tears sweeten the reflection that appears
Breathing life in what’s just a story
Or baffled thoughts in my head
They give a soul to those desires
That were parts of a life, just almost led
A little bit of what I dream
A little bit of what it seems
A little bit of growing hope
A little bit of how I cope
Is a part of my faith that in the coming years
Life might give me just a few more tears
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