When You Believe

When you believe

Oh, What gifts you may receive.

Close your eyes and imagine,

Imagine things that can not be real.

But you believe, and in your heart you feel

That all the things that you think of

Are just as real as a perching live dove.

See them there in front of you,

Reach out to get something new

There are some things that you don't know what they are,

But you truly know they are as good as a chocolate bar.

If only you could touch and feel them.

But when you try they prick you like the thorn of a rose stem.

You can not reach or touch,

Wishing you could take them, oh so very much.

But you know you can not.

This is just a fantasy freely flowing on a yacht.

It takes you on a ride,

Knowing you must leave, you hide.

But still you wake up,

All of your dreams disappear.

Everything that was once clear,

Is now gone from view.

You peer into the window and wonder,

This is no longer fun and you thunder.

But still, you believe, in everything that was in your dream,

And you know,

That you believe.

Everything around you,

Is what was in your dream,

Because of imagination and belief