Living on Dreams

Living On Dreams

Daddy was living on a bottle bottom.

Mama said we can get along just fine without him.

She still remembers his hand upon her head.

She knows someday he will come back from the dead.

Gettin’ by on a short supply and meager means.

One pair of shoes, a shirt and a pair of faded jeans.

Someday she’ll wear an evening gown and a gilded crown.

But for now she’ll have to buck up and buckle down

But she’ll go on and on.

By the light of the night.

Through the dark of dawn.

By and large, by all means. She’s biding her time.

Living on dreams.

Her liberation is eminent.

His shining armor will be heaven sent.

So long as she’s waiting with bated breath.

But to give up hope she knows is a fate worse than death.

For now she’ll go on and on. By the light of the night and through the darkness of dawn.

By and large, by all means. She’s biding her time.

Living on dreams.

But for now, she goes on and on. By the light of the night Through the darkness of dawn.

By and large, by all means. She’s biding her time.

Living on dreams.

Living on dreams.

Living on dreams.

Living on and on and on…

© Oneal,Templeton