Dreams are real as the stars in the sky
And true as the baby's cry
Dreams are the crowns of queens and kings
They are the pleasure of ladies
And the realm of fools and cradle of babies
But they are real and come true
So, hold to your dreams, despite of the foe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dreams are real as the stars in the sky And true as the truth in the baby's cry Very fine poem. tony