I want to dream.
Of things that matter.
But only of things that are made of sweet-sweet summer day and sunshine too bright and warm that makes strawberries melt.
I want to find my dreams.
But it's ok.
I dream enough awake for that to matter too much anyway.
And my doggy, I want him to be more real and more often here.
And I never-ever-ever want to grow up. Unless you need it.
No, not really... I never want to grow up.
But I'll do it when I really have to.
Be brave, little lad, be brave.
We'll defeat them all, sacred oak groves and wolves are on our side!
Kommentaare ei ole:
Postita kommentaar