Sometimes i feel
In the morning dream
I will be there where i want to be
Nothing comes straight
Always i have to wait
Till the time it becomes just for late
When crisis come i want for none,
Just myself to curb insight to burn
But things come along,
Success is bong
I wish it will stay,
like the morning in the hudson bay,
like the beautiful stars showering their energy onto the sky,
thats why we need a vehicle to fly
but still..still...still...
Sometimes i feel
In the morning dream
I will be there where i want to be....
If we really want to fly,
than baby you have to try,
coz nothing comes along the light,
we have to see where the beam goes to torn apart the dark light,
Shall we see where beam goes?
shall we see what light does?
Yes we have seen,
It was a beautiful dream,
But still...still..still...
Sometimes i feel
In the morning dream
I will be there where i want to be......
We run for success,
making ourselves in distress..
but its natural...
but its natural...
coz people who wanna fly
they always try
but they should think to work,
hard enough for mork
Shh...success is in our way
common we need to pray
coz GOD is the ultimate driver,
we don't know where is our striker,
but still...still..still..
.Sometimes i feel
In the morning dream
I will be there where i want to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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