return of dreams

Poverty stole your golden shoes

But it didn't steal your laughter

and heart ache came to visit me

But I knew it wasn't ever after

We'll fight, not out of spite

For someone must stand up for what's right

'Cause where there's a man who has no voice

There ours shall go singing

My hands are small I know

But they're not yours, they are my own

and I am never broken

--jewel

it may be hazy but i never stopped dreaming. all my love.

*bex