I dreamed a dream...

It seems like a long time ago, I had so many of them.  I was the dreamer.

My head was always more in the distant thoughts of some incredible path than into the day to day.  I could see oceans of possibilities.  I saw a thousand horizons beckoning me.

But it changed.

I found that life is really hard and all my dreams couldn't pay the rent.  I never stopped dreaming, but it was different.

I hope that I'm not totally jaded, though I do see parts of me that are cynical.  But I've still got dreams.  I still have hopes and desires above anything that I've found.  I still find my thoughts drawn so much toward a place where you can actually dream - hope - find faith.

But circumstance can rob you of that.  The 'tiger' can come and steal away what you thought was so precious.  "Tear your hope apart".  People can do it as well, but ultimately you decide if you give up or not.  I've given up three major times in my life.

The song that I hear inside me doesn't seem to play as loud or quite as often, but it's refrain is still echoing through my core.  It still yearns for me to do something with these thoughts.  The hopes and dreams just don't die.  Not unless we allow them to.

My daughter sent me a text tonight asking me how to find inspiration to write a song.  WOW!!!  I mean I've spent most of my life searching for the words and the music that I hear inside - trying to place them on paper.  But this kid, well she has the same thoughts I have had, I think.  

She's wanting to write a song.  She's such a dreamer.  I love her so much for that small part of me that she carries.  It's such a compelling part of who she is.  I don't need her to be a famous writer or songstress, but I hope she never gives up on what she sees before her.

I, on the other hand have to stop making excuses and realize...

as before, so many times...

I Dreamed a Dream.