A tierd Mother of stair step aged children...
plops down apon her bed in the lonely night hours.
She falls asleep quickly leaving worn outness far behind.
To find the dreams living in her mind- one more time.
A place she often visits. For here she can be-
what ever her dreams want her to be.

Tonight this dream comes on the wind of real life wantings-
that life left behind- grimly taunting.
The singer, writter within her crys out to the crowd.
She hears her words written- she sings them proud.
She plays the guitar as the strings cast their spell.
Her voice sounds real swell.
The croud becomes still and they listen real well.
She can tell by their eyes and on their facial exspessions.
Shes touching their hearts and entering their minds.
Shes singing the dreams that she left behind.
These dreams she dreamt are now her lyrics of song.
They tell of many stories and people feel they belong.
Stories in song of dream and of true. Some even making them blue.
She cast out the magic on beautiful voice notes.
The croud leaning closer to hear every note.
She brings them all in and finishes that last score.
Always leaving them wanting more.
The crowd begs and hollars... Onchor-onchor-
She raises the mic and hushes the crowd with one more
song of which shes real proud...
Then dream state falls into deep sleep moad.

She awakens in the morning at the crack of dawn.
To a real dream shes living and that goes on.
She jumps out of bed and preforms for her own private crowd.
The housewife balled she sings each day now...

By: Teddy 04-11-08

nice

Lovely!!!!

nice one T B

Absolutely magnificent writing my beautiful friend.Very deep & haunting MsTeddy.Much Luv,ur bearific friend.Godspeed!Cy((bear~hug))

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eJwKATKdbY

Sing your heart out (((Lovely Bear))))

Great write.

well done, Susan, I wish you happiness, true peace and god's love

jimmy