“What is that you’re dreaming about?”
Well, I don’t know what I dream of
Sometimes I dream about cliffs and I fall off.
Sometimes I dream of kites and colours in the night sky
While other times I’m trying to fly high.
Often I see a silhouette running on the beach
And I see my thin hands drawing the picture of a peach.
I watch me growing into a beautiful art
And then the next night finds me dead with a halted heart.
I dream of him, my perfect man
I dream of a happy woman, to be her is my plan.
I dream about an audience applauding with joy by hearing my name
I don’t understand who I am, what is my aim.
I’m dreaming about a strong girl, no matter what she wants to be
I’ve got some strength, peace and love for her to be me.