I cry at midnight
-every day
for all the dreams that went away
I stop at one
-reminding myself of what I've done
The crayons still in my hands
to color all the visions well
I choose the blue
to talk to you
I choose the red
for path ahead
I choose the gold
for all to hold
I choose the yellow
just to be mellow
I choose the green
for every dream
-Now
I laugh at midnight
-every day
My dreams are on the way!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a spirit.................! ! yes dreams are suppose to be on the way.........always but they never come nearer theres no fear........still hope to shower its always what we choose comes our way all we need to choose the more happier one when thersa choice! none to laugh this choice you choose is colourful! !