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Some may call me a dreamer,
This fact I can not deny.
For seeing this world as I wish it,
Is the dreams on which I rely.
Why should I look at the ugliness, When there is beauty to behold?
I’d rather see the purity of newborns, As their tiny bodies unfold.
I welcome those who give love, To have a special place in my life.
While I just pity those full of hate, They are doomed to live in strife.
As long as there is one good thing, My eyes can look around and see.
I will continue to be this dreamer, That is deep in the heart of me.
For I know that one glorious day,
My eyes shall see my Lord’s face. Then all my dreams will come true,
With Him in that Heavenly place.
Copyright @ 2004 M. Doris
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