Dreams are whispers
Of our hearts
Bringing us together
And tearing us apart
He dreams for the sun
I dream for the moon
The twinkling evening star
Is often the middle path
He is serenity of early morning
I am the constant chirping of birds
We are all the contradictions that exist
We are imperfectly perfect
Yes we are so many wrongs
Yet we are so many rights
Perhaps this will always be
the story of us
