In my mind for the future, I see freedom, joy and light. Unknown dreams are far away, and a horizon is still not in sight. Today is too weary to wish for, Not many words I say. So I fix my eyes in the unknown joy, My poetry, I save for that day. I hope the winds blow to help me, and the waves carry me close; The stars show me the way, to somewhere I start to go. A place that I call my home, is now only a third's away. So I look forward to see the coast, My poetry, I save for that day. The lost tourneys of the past, have long since been forgotten. Life calls for a new tomorrow, and so afresh I shall begin. Bounds of happiness I ask to get, Hopes of a solemn surprise. A million thoughts I'd soon forget, Smell of the air and warm sunrise. So close but yet so distant, I rise higher to see if I may; Just beyond the line that lies my destiny, But here the clouds are gray. So I cease to think, begin to wonder, Its not that far away; Someday, I'll be in the home I crave, My poetry, I save for that day.
