Yes the bed is empty,
But the eyes are full.
Yes the bed is empty,
And the dream is
crazy.
I wish I were the bed,
The dream become
reality
I can read in eyes,
Like I read a book.
I can feel feeling,
I have a heart too.
If there is not if,
I will not survive.
If there is not hope,
I will die before my
time.
I want to be like a
bird,
Who can fly without
borders.
I want to be like
bees,
Who can test each
flower.
If you know what I
want,
The mountain will move
I like to dream, I
like to hope
Because I want only to
live.
(Written by a friend; a gift for me)
