Too Late

Feeling all the pain,
I look out in the morning light.
I ready myself to take the world on.
Looking out I see people giving me praise,
Holding me above everything.
I hear birds singing to me
while I take the world in my hands.
I feel power from all that has happend.
In the life I will Lead,
Comfort will be mine to keep.
Now, when I look out there is no promise,
Nothing to take over,
Nothing to see,
Nothing to Hear.
I realize it was all a dream.