Of My Life

I’ve wandered your valleys
I’ve run through your fields
My hope lies in your waking star
Conquered your mountains
Yet stumbled your streets
And cried behind your prison bars
Slept on your pillow
Of willow and stream
Will my dreams always be dreams?
I’ve sailed on your oceans
I’ve flown in your sky
Stood and watched you walk away
Planted your flowers
Yet buried alive
Reborn to face another day
Slept on your pillow
Of willow and stream
Will my dreams always be dreams?