Ruth Desjardins
I’m only a dreamer whose dreams come in rhymes
And colours that dazzle your eyesight,
Where feelings and wishes and heroes abound,
With lightning and glorious sunlight
I’m only a poet with a pen spinning dreams,
I’m only a writer of stories,
Of heroes and lovers all living a life
Of wonders, and grandeurs, and glories.
I’m only an artist with a brush in my hand,
To show you the colour of daydreams;
Of autumns, and sunsets, and skies of bright blue,
Of dancers, and dreamers, and love scenes.
I’m only a singer whose dreams are in songs
With melodies sweet and heart-breaking,
That tell about loving, and freedom, and joy
And dreams that leave lonely hearts aching.
I’m only a dreamer still gazing at stars
Still dreaming or heroes and glory,
And finding my hero will always be there,
And we win at the end of each story.
