This was written by the boy. He's really got a great way with words.
There's a place in this world
Where people go to sleep
And the dreams get sent in mail
There's a post office box
And it's full of dreams
And covered in locks
The story goes that
The dreams are too powerful
For any normal human
They're about fantasy
And beauty and love
And joy and being happy
No one has ever seen the dreams
And lived to tell the tale
Only rumors seeping through the seams
Only two people have the key
To open the box of dreams
You and me
Let's open it together
So I can see the look on your face
As you stare into a mirror
- Ammon Cobabe
There's a place in this world
Where people go to sleep
And the dreams get sent in mail
There's a post office box
And it's full of dreams
And covered in locks
The story goes that
The dreams are too powerful
For any normal human
They're about fantasy
And beauty and love
And joy and being happy
No one has ever seen the dreams
And lived to tell the tale
Only rumors seeping through the seams
Only two people have the key
To open the box of dreams
You and me
Let's open it together
So I can see the look on your face
As you stare into a mirror
- Ammon Cobabe
Comments
Sigh.
Pearls before swine and all that.
Yeah, this kind of talk makes me very emotional, dang it. Sigh.
But, I feel you. It is very hard for me to let those people go, even when they want to.
I rather think that it says a lot about your capacity to love and forgive, and your patience. It's too bad that this is so tried so often.... I have always found it interesting that when we pray for strength we are given trials to test this strength.