Dreamer

I used to be a dreamer.  
I saw faraway places, dreams and wind – blowing past my face, full of promises and hopes
I used to be a dreamer.
The words of the wise, experience and lies – battered me, beat me until I was broken and sore.
And like that, dreamer no more.

God bless the dreamers.
The souls who dream on, push and achieve – even when the wind beats them sore, and people desert
God bless the dreamers.
Who ignore the lies, watch the ever-changing skies – dream and hope even when they cannot see.
God bless the dreamers and me.