All of the dreams that I've ever dreamed
So much.. so many... so full....
that I could never make them all come true
As my heart cries out to each of them
"Oh please, beautiful dream, don't die!
Don't whither away in the background of my life
while I am busy building another.
I had no idea this one would take so long"
Then I see that they are still alive
They are all alive and well and living behind my children's eyes
Inside their hearts dance with wild desires
to build their dreams
which are also mine
Within their hearts beat similar songs
That they will sing, when I cannot.
And I thank God for this
What they don't know about me
is that my dedication to them
my deep need to help them fulfill their dreams
doesn't come from the altruism that they might think
it comes from the knowing that their dreams are my dreams
that somewhere in my soul
I dreamed it too and we can grow these dreams together
And that their trees were my seeds.