Endless

About dreaming of dreams coming true. A little confusing.

Beyond my thoughts are horizons of glory.
The endless possibilities beat my dreams all night.
I ponder what could be, with heaven in tune.
All that I need is in front of me.

I reach for the stars, leaving behind my pain.
I don't care about hate in the pouring rain.
She has a scent that only I can smell.
She's freedom, she's heaven and I'm not to tell.

I have a dream of many things.
But like a wasp, it only stings.
I dream a dream, it must come true.
With out them so, my world turns blue.