Mama, Papa
Why does the sun set,
and the Moon rise?
Mama... papa... are they our watchers?
do the stars dance across the sky,
watching like fireflies all lit up?
Mama... Why do beautiful dreams die when you wake up?
Papa... Why do the nightmares stay with us for days on end?
I want dreams of color, sound, people, and life.
So stay and hold my Hands feel my dreams,
keep them safe so I can have them tomorrow,
and not ones that disappear when I wake up.