our heart keeps on saying don't lose hope,
but the world out there keeps on discouraging us though,
and then we just think what do we do,
cause we are afraid that we just might lose,
and we keep on dreaming,
dreaming of something cool,
but the world might think we are a fool,
and when we are hurt, we always cry, and just keep on wondering why do we cry?
maybe its a secret cause no one knows why,
all of us have our own dreams,
so let us dream and get wings,
and then we see up in the clear bright sky,
and we just dream we dream to fly,
people say that we are a zero,
but in our dreams we are a super hero,
we want to fly so let us free,
don't stop us from flying,
cause we want to dream.
Salaam Marvellous poetry wings 'll be there soon to yoz for all ever best destination
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A dream is a fantasy, and fantasy might become fact. A lovely poem.