Could You Please

the Sandman.

All their wishes from the day, come to me

I hold their dreams and wishes upon my hand.

I show the universe what they all desire.

Filling dreams with good things.

Making wishes come true.

Some take a little more time, to comply with.

Here am I, sitting high above your world.

Looking over you, caressing you with my

love.

When your alone, and tears begin to trickle.

Feel me touching you, trying to reach you,

to take all your blueness away.

I am known as the Dream Keeper, known as

the Wish Maker.

But here in my universe, I am only me.

I try to keep everyone happy.

Sometimes I shed my tears, as so many run

from love and create wars out of silly greed.

I wonder if I will ever get my wish granted to

me.

No more wars, no more hatred filling this land.

No more racist, no more hunger and pain.

Peace will finally reign, no more man against

man, love will fill the land.

So you see my friend, your not alone in your

wishes and dreams.

But I am only me, and can only do, to appease.

If you hear my cry, sometime in the night.