| A River Of Dreams |
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Drifting on a river of dreams, I go back, to my childhood days, To the hills which once I knew; The fields where I used to play. Seen through innocent eyes, The world was a magical place; Safe, secure and content, Life was lived at a slower pace. Many things bring memories, Wherever I choose to roam, And memories always lead To thoughts of my childhood home. The years have passed, so swiftly. I've been through sadness and pain. But, on that river of dreams, I'm an innocent child, once again. |
| © 2004 by Marian Jones |
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