I had a dream, like a postcard sent from the future. There was the morning light I once gazed at on tiptoe.
Waking up, I realized that this beam of future light was lit by the lamps of the past. Thankful for the falls I took and the hands that caught me.
The future waves to me in my dreams, the past leans on me from behind, and I am walking on the road.
Waking up, I realized that this beam of future light was lit by the lamps of the past. Thankful for the falls I took and the hands that caught me.
The future waves to me in my dreams, the past leans on me from behind, and I am walking on the road.