Dreams – Yours, Mine and Martin’s
Some dreams come slipping to us
From somewhere else
Just as we drift
Alone in that quiet space
Right before waking
Fantasies of longing
Memories mixed in
Weird rhythms of our minds
It is hard to know
What they mean.
Other dreams are created
From the hard days of our lives
The walls we long to scale
The wrongs we’d like to right
Visions of justice and freedom
Bringing hope to our hearts
Even as tears stream from our eyes
Martin had a dream
I have a dream
You have a dream
We can work with love
To make them real
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