Be My Sky

Posted by Brad Osborne on November 6, 2022 · 14 Comments 

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If I told you my dreams,

would you laugh at what they are?

For, to many it would seem,

I follow a wayward star.

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Or can you see as I do,

the future not cast in stone?

Like the sun in sky true blue,

am I left to rise alone?

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These unshared things,

are like a secluded beach.

And my shiny brass ring,

seems so hard to reach.

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I’d love to have a hand to hold,

as I find my way down life’s road.

But if my hopes seem to bold,

then nothing tried is nothing owed.

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You don’t have to think I’ll make it,

just believe that I should try.

If dreams are to be forfeit,

then I am the wrong guy.

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So, with you or without you,

I must continue as I roam.

If to myself I must be true,

my dreams must find their home.

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But if you see my silly dreams,

as something that must be done,

travel this wayward road with me,

be the sky to my rising sun!

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