When the world is tearing us down,
all we need is love.
When the waves are crashing all around,
all we need is hope.
When the hurt becomes too deep,
all we need is faith.
Come, dream with me in a place where Love,
Hope, and Faith live strong.
Come, dream with me where we can dream together.
You, Me, Love, Faith and Hope.
Come, dream with me to the meadows where
love blossoms as pink daisies.
Come, dream with me in the hills where faith grows
through the soil as orange tulips.
Come, dream with me where hope comes alive in
the meadows in bursts of colors. Like paint strokes on
a blank canvas, is like hope on a blank world.
Suddenly, light comes through the world, through the waves,
through the hurt and through the canvas.
Suddenly, It is hope. It is color. It is life. It is hope. It has come home.
-Leah Day
HOLEY COW THAT WAS A GOOD POEM!!! Sar was reading over my shoulder, and she was like:
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:) That's a good poem!
Haha! You make me laugh! Thanks! I wrote it with you two in my mind actually! :) It seems a lot of what we do is dream!
ReplyDeleteWow Leah! That is AMAZING!! How do you write such awesome poems???!!
ReplyDeleteThey are the only poems I can write! I can't write funny/storyline poems! Only like, emotion, heartfelt poems! It's weird!
ReplyDeleteThat's the opposite of me. I can only write weird, story-poems!
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