As a child we lived in hopes of tommorow,
In light of the times we wanted to see.
We loved the thought that we will grow up,
And loved dreaming of what we will be.
Time passed, we grew up, and are growing,
Knowing a lot we dreamt is gone.
But yet again having better ones,
Living in their hopes, in long run.
The childhod dreams, mostly too dreamy,
Somewhere meant a lot more than now.
They stood for us, and kept us happy,
In the bliss of childhood, in the why and the how....
The stories the things the places we dreamt,
Are more special than any that exists.
We dream, we live, we don't we don't,
Our hearts says keep dreaming, it insists
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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