Dreams can be shattered in a blast
So we have to live life till the last
We have to forget about the sorrow
And focus on tomorrow
We have to work hard through the night
So that our future will be bright
We don't have to fall in the streams
And wash away our dreams
People say dreams are for little children when they are small
But what happens when they grow up
Just remeber dreams can come true
And that the future don't have to be blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this John - perspective in terms of sentiment is great and you've pulled it together masterfully, Steve