We take a ride.
On our very own boat.
We cast our anchor.
and in the ocean we float.
Im sure we could sit here.
Watching the sun go up and down.
Letting the wind whistle in our ears.
And never dropping a frown.
Think with no boundaries
Lets see what this boat can do.
Lets count a few more
Ready? 1...2
It's beaming up along the Horizon.
Our reason to awake.
Seems like the past withered away.
The future is ours to make.
I could sit here forever.
Counting more.
I wish to go back there.
and a 3...4
On our boat made of our dreams.
We'll sail to the ends of our imaginations.
Stopping only to sleep.
On our boat made of our Dreams.
We'll sail to the ends of time.
Dreaming and counting sheep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You should be a songwriter, Eddie....... I love the poem i can really feel to be on the boat and watching the sun set and sun rise...