The whishes I
dared not whisper
The prayers that
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 withered away unknown.
For You’ve heard each unspoken thought,
And You know what is best for me.
So I don’t fret for dreams unlived,
But live in praise for what will be.
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