| Dreams Dreams are where we go When we tend to lose our way; A way to express our hopes Even on the darkest day. Oft times in our dreams Visits we do receive; From those gone on before Those who would never us deceive. Oh how I love it when my dreams Help me to understand; The love he still has for me Tho not by the touch of his hand. He comes when I'm in my darkest hour And makes that time so bright; Then suddenly as if by faith I can only see the light. Copyright January 2001 Jarrett's Mom |
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