Dreams

There’s a young girl who is sitting by the window
As she stares out with a blank expression on her face
You can see she’s in far away places
This is the place where she likes to come and think
Her body’s frail but you can see that she is strong
She curls her long brown hair around her finger
You’d never believe the dreams that she is holding
But you can see in her eye’s it’s not that far
And her Dreams will never die
As long as she’s alive
In the quiet of her soul she’ll keep holding on
She may be a little bruised but that’s okay
Her motivation may even come from that
And so she’ll paint on a brave face and lift her head up
Look within herself and reach for her strength