We started with no boat standing at the banks,
As we crossed holding hands,
Not on a bridge but simplicity,
Where we did climb mountains and slip,
But still holding on stones, even at the tip,
Where determination waves us hi,
In shaming obstacles bye,
A joy dream is an open eye,
As gates open to your call at the alter,
Whiles the balloons dense upper,
And the tolling bells whistles.
A honour on your pride it sparkles,
Dream beyond dreams,
It been welcomed like a stranger,
That still lingers in our sleep like dreams,
Time has come and our tears dies into our laughter
Like a joy found in provender.
@jcsonjenuis
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