When I was young I heard the stories <br />you told I didn't know if they were new <br />or old many years have past since <br />but the story I still hear as I watch <br />fathers and sons mothers and daughters <br />as they drive across U.S. together and I <br />wonder I drive alone day after day <br />mile after mile I only wish you had <br />took time to say I'm proud of you <br />As the sun shall set in the west I will <br />lay my body to rest for this day is <br />done then the dreams will come the <br />dream I wished I'll see just one <br />run with you when morning comes <br />and the rain falls from the sky so shall <br />the tears flow from my eyes for it <br />will always be just a dream.<br /><br />Dana Allen Crenshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-a-dream-2/
