Dream Life

                                               "Hope" is the thing with feathers            That perches in the soul,      And sings the tune without the words,             And never stops at all.        And sweetest in the gale is heard;            And sore must be the storm        That could abash the little bird             That kept so many warm.            I've heard it in the chilliest land            And on the strangest sea;             yet, never, in extremity,             It asked a crumb of me.

                                       Her eyes are blue Yours are brown Hers represents the ocean Yours represents the ground You've always hated your eyes And wished that they were blue But your eyes have a tint of gold So rare it must not be true So yes her eyes are blue And yes your eyes are brown But your eyes hold the riches That are buried in the ground Her eyes carry storms And rage like the sea Your eyes carry earthquakes That bring mountains to their knees Maybe her eyes are blue But your eyes reign queen Because they hold the purest riches The world has ever seen