Flames of a dream

When the shades of trees scare you in the night, when the winds you used to love howl, when you sleep with the phone in your hands wishing for a call, it’s when I’d say cry…cry…cry and let everyone hear your voice crying, because you might not know but tears are the flames of a conceived dream, the sparks of carving a dream, cry baby cry, tears are strength, and only the week has no tears, cry, because today the dream will be watered with your tears, cry to make an ocean of tears, an ocean to sail through till we meet, cry and don’t be ashamed, it’s the secret of life in your tears.

Talk where ever you want, I can always hear, where ever you are, I can always see, cry, baby cry, have no fear.  Jump, go, run and shout out load, I then will tell you: you shouted too load, speak, to yourself, to a wall, to a mirror, to whatever you want, and I always hear, don’t look down, look in front of you and you’ll see me waiting to hug you, to hold you, to tell you, you shouted too loud.