What Dreams Do

As the doves cry

As the sky calls

As the sun sings

You forget and you stall

Letting go of this path

The one that breaks below

Loosing grip on the edge

Chasing tomorrow

Dreams fall down

Dreams hold you up

Dreams are the reason

You have yet to spill your cup

You talk to the angels

The ones you hear in your room

You ask for forgiveness

You write an honest tune

Releasing your regret

Releasing your hurt

Raising your arms to the sky

Letting its clarity speak first

You are falling, do you not see

You are letting go of the past

Chasing, what makes you happy

Gripping yourself so tight

Gripping the pages you write

Telling a story of courage

The only truth, that is right