The whishes I dared not whisper
The prayers I never could say,And all the dreams I left undreamed
Have never truly gone away.
They all still live within my heart,
Like dandy puffs that haven’t flown,
And yet each dream, each wish unsaid,
Has not just withered all unknown.
For You’ve heard each unspoken thought,
I know You want what’s best for me.
So I don’t fret for dreams unlived,
As you will set the best ones free.
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