“When oh when will my dreams finally come true?” you ask, restlessly
tossing and turning in your bed late at night. “I’ve been on this Earth
for so many years and yet, here I am — without any of my dreams existing in my reality
will come true?
"We grow great by dreams.
All big men are dreamers.
They see things in the soft haze of a spring day
or in the red fire of a long winters evening.
Some of us let these great dreams die,
but others nourish and protect them.
They nurse them through bad days
until they bring them to the sunshine
and the light that always comes to those who sincerely hope