THROUGH MY PASSING TIME.

Through the sands of time I spent half my life crying, through these eye's of mine.
I would sleep and dream holding myself so tight hoping my life would change and come with the morning light.
I dreamt my life was like a rose, budding and blossoming as everyone knows, but it never came true till the glorious day I met the wonderful you... My nights are now clear all sweet with no fear, and every morning of everyday I hope you'll be here for ever and always to stay; I finally met grand beautiful you... Now I dream when I'm awake, all my dreams have come true... and have you here close and warm laying in my arms in a familiar place we will call home! BY Jose Manuel Bautista 3