Lora Colon (26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)
A Dreamer's Prayer
We're on the same wavelength, someday we'll meet,
And misery and loneliness will concede defeat;
To the tower of happiness together we'll climb,
I'm sure the day is coming, it's just a matter of time.
But loneliness creeps in like a thief in the night,
I can't wait anymore, I'm too weak to fight;
I lose all hope and give in to despair,
Then I fall asleep and find him waiting there.
He holds my hand tightly, and I'm lonely no more,
I find myself standing at heaven's door;
His voice is more lovely than the song of a bird,
He speaks to me softly, but I hear every word.
When I look in his eyes I'm thrilled to see
The soul of a man who's devoted to me;
In dreams there are no laws that we must obey,
And our love is absolved of moral decay.
In dreams there are no barriers; like the birds we are free;
But his face shows a sorrow as he turns from me;
Why is he leaving now - I'm standing alone!
No longer is his strong hand holding my own.
I'm losing my love... oh, now I see,
Someone is trying to awaken me;
And my soul is crying, the emptiness is profound,
If I wake now it's all over - please... don't make a sound!
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