And the bow meets the dreams in paradise,
After many a fight through the seas,
Replacing the dark with the sun in your eyes,
Breaking the quiet and feeling the breeze;
I have always wondered what dreams felt like,
Living itself, in the life of a man,
Where greets the brave with eternal light,
But only the brave who venture the run;
The dark had cast a shadow of doubt,
The fear of grey and melancholy,
But the bow was swift to cut the cloud,
And stay on a track in the unknown sea;
As always it is for those who endure,
To venture out with the little they had,
Through their toil, the burdens they bore,
With the only hope to meet the myriad;
And help will come to the eager to learn,
When the storm and fear would rattle the truss,
Whether it be through lessons from man,
Or in anguish, find that strength in us;
Dream to venture and be steady in your seas,
For life is so much more than it is,
Through your light let the others see,
What dreams look like in unchained breeze.
It is never too late, you are never too old,
To find the riches more valued than....
