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She looks out her window as the sun gently touches the sky

The moon has started to drift away and it is harder now to see

Behind the trees it now hides

The leaves have left long ago,

Now only to be touched with spots of snow that are melting away

Turning to water as it drops to the ground

She hears a songbird sign her good morning

At least she can believe he is doing so, warming her soul, touching her heart

Believing in this moment the world is only hers to cherish

And she relishes that thought for right now

The world is hers she will shout to the top of her lungs

She will tell the world that her dreams will come true

No one will knock them to the ground

I will pick them back up and tread on until they are all found!!

You cannot tell me they are hopeless silly dreams

They keep me going when life is nothing more

But broken hearts that keep you locked behind steel doors Crying on your wooden cold floors!

These are my dreams, they are not yours to decide

when I should give them up and throw them away My life is not one of play

I have faith that you will believe in me one day

She calms now after her yelling has subsided

A weight has been lifted off of her chest

A smile comes to her face as she wonders ( had anyone listened? had anyone heard?

Do they now believe in her? ) She walks now from her window

The sun has now set in its cozy spot for the day

The songbird is gone now, he has flown to another window

If you listen you will hear him sing a song to you

He is waiting for you to tell him your story now

Scream to the top of your lungs

Get it out and into the open, this is your life and it will not leave you broken!!

Believe in yourself, because lets face the world if we don't... No one else will!!!