So many quiet sounds,
The wind blowing the trees,
Birds softly echoing songs
And so many silent prayers afoot.
Such faces I see here,
Some stark with seriousness,
Some joyous with laughter.
Some gorgeous as a soft white rose,
Others stone-cold with plainness,
Yet stuck solid in all their dreams.
This young man sitting here,
How I wonder why he is here.
What dreams are behind his
Broad face and that uncombed hair?
Where does he long to be,
And where has he come from?
The young lady sitting across from me
With the shallow green eyes and golden strands,
Sketching a picture of a boy sitting under a tree;
What dreams and hopes wander there?
Where will she be ten years from now,
And will she still somehow remember today?
Such beauty could only see beauty,
Yet, why does she look to me with a smile?
So many thoughts in so many open minds,
Yet, what will I come to know as true?
Does she wonder the same as I?
Today I started my life
And left the life of my family and friends behind,
For this future is mine,
And these are my dreams and hopes...
To know ten years from now
I’m sitting here, living the right dream...
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