Dreamer, Writer, Child

I am a dreamer, a writer, a child
I wonder if I dream, will my dreams come true?
I hear a raven, wheeling through the sky
I see a young child, playing in the mud
I want to see a wish being granted
I am a dreamer, a writer, a child
I pretend to fly as I leap around the mirrored room
I feel the clouds part for me as I soar
I touch the sun, and pull its warmth down to earth
I worry for the children with no place to call home
I cry for loss and poverty
I am a dreamer, a writer, a child
I understand that I am a grain of sand in an ocean
I say, let us be free
I dream of peace and magic
I try to always find the good before the bad
I hope that I will someday make my dreams come true
I am a dreamer, a writer, a child