My dream world
Some day…some time
I stepped into my dreams
And became the master of my dreams
Now I don’t know the sequence of words
Which you may understand
There may not be the sequence of words
But its made of colors
And you could dance through the rainbow
Some times I try to spell the colors
I try to express the joy
Ho…I see the singing dogs
I will be there in my dreams
No pain, no heart breaks,
Comfort with my colors
Living with my loved ones
And with the unbroken happiness
Of being myself
I may be called insane
But I will live my life as mine.
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