My dreams
We meet so many dreams in our nights
And even plenty books are printed to explain
How shall be understood the starry lights
Some silly thoughts of what is worth to gain
The playful dream of being a cowboy
My childhood flight; right down Grand Canyon
It must be growing; it is a real McCoy
I also flew above that greenish Indian banyan
The pure revelations of my youth
When angels came to make my strong belief
My dreams revealed the solid truth
Of Jesus blood, which brought my soul relief
I used to see some worthy fogs,
But nowadays I only meet nightmares lights
I am scared of bloodthirsty dogs
Such dreams don’t ask to enter to my nights