Your dream, is like when you see a spark of light, and you run to it, but you don't know if your getting closer or if it's moving further away. At some point I become greedy, I want to get closer to my dreams. The continuous marathon may tire me but, I'll run even if my dreams are far away. But there are placed that belonged to us, promises that weren't fulfilled. Every minute and second of the day, my mind is filled up with your thoughts, deep inside my heart. I pray for a miracle that my morning starts with you. When the sun rises, and I voice I hear, would be yours.