Well I guess, this is not the way, my dream of dreaming, will come true someday.
You've mistaken my love, for lonely sorrow, thinking I can only dream, of a dreamy tomarrow.
My love of loving, does not rearange, or wither in the wind, when times change.
because love changes, a lonely man from sorrow, into thoughts of, a real life tomarrow.
Yes you've mistaken my love, for lonely sorrow, thinking I only dream, of a dreamy tomarrow.
By Donald L Holmes
