Dreaming of that moment,
That may not, ever come,
Searching through the undergrowth,
Of life for love and fun,
Clinging on for dear life,
To wasted days now gone,
Hoping that the right time,
One day will come along,
Floating on the surface,
Of sometimes stormy seas,
Yearning that the moment,
Will blow through summer breeze,
Will the many winds of change,
Ever come my way?
Keeping faith forever,
That I may have my day.
Jayne Louise Davies
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