Skies are crying, I am watching, catching tear drops in my hand. Do you have to make me feel like there is nothing left of me, you can take everything I have, you can break everything I am, like I’m made of glass, like I’m made of paper. Go on try to tear me down, I will be raising from the ground like a skyscraper.
This is my dream. My dream for tomorrow. In my dreams, I see this field where I find my love holding a ring for me, the ring to my future. All that I have anticipated, it’s right there in front of me, and I’m standing speechless, heart filled with joy. This is my dream. My dream for tomorrow.