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There Comes A Time When Children Can No Longer Be,
And Dreams Is Only A Metaphor For Hopes.

But How, From A Child Yesterday, To An Adult Tomorrow
Can One Change?

How Does The Growth And Maturity Compress,
To Fill An Eight- Hour Slumber?

To Leave Behind The Innocence And Joy,
To Embrace, But Hell In Disguise?

When It Took Just A Smile To Make The Day,
Now Takes A Drop Of Rain For The Earth To Slide.

And When The Slumber Is Over And The Land Is Damp,
The Search For That Smile Is So Intense,
It Saturates The Earth With Life’s Tears.

And All To Do, Is Be A Child, Not From Within,
But So The Eyes See.

And Dreams Is All That Can Be Hoped,
And Hope Can Only Be Dreamed.