by Noelle Martines 2001
age 16, Holmdel H.S.
‘Dreams’
What are dreams?
It’s much more complicated than it seems
Dreams can mean sadness.
Dreams can mean gladness.
Dreams can make blind men see.
Dreams could be a calling please
So, how do yo u find out what dreams consist of?
A ray of sunshine and a call of the dove.
The first flower to bloom in spring.
The joyous song that we all sing.
The ocean’s wave across the sand.
The dream of peace peace across your land
Dreams are special as you can see,
Close your eyes and dream with me.
The People’s Cry
Can you hear the people’s cry?
The destroying of a nation goes by and by
Can you hear the people’s wail?
Listen to them tell their devastating tale.
Can you hear the people balk?
Watch a nation while they talk.
A nation traumatized by war,
Someone must hurry and open the door,
Out of the door their flier a dove
A symbol that stands for peace and love .
“It’s Never Too Late”
It’s never too late to say goodbye
It’s never too late before we die
We can still laugh and we can still sing
It’s never too late to do these things
It’s never too late to be sweet and coy
It’s never too late to jump for joy,
We can still smile and we can still dance
It’s never too late to get that a chance
It’s never too late to open up your heart,
It’s never too late before we part.
We can still cherish and we can still feel,
It’s never too late to make it all real.
It’s never too late to share your love,
It’s never too late to see the dove,
We can still dream and we can still live,
It’s never too late for you to forgive.
It’s never too late to share a person’s sorrow,
It’s never too late for there is always a tomorrow.
We can still cry and we can still weep,
Never too late for promises to keep.