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Verse 1: The day that you were born, you didn’t hear me cry. My tears were mixed with equal parts, agony and joy. Was this God at work, Or maybe mother nature’s quirk, That laid this rocky path for you to try?
Chorus: In my dreams you dance. In my dreams you run. In my dreams you’re free to jump and play beneath the sun. Everyday I see you struggle till the day is done. But In my dreams you dance. In my dreams you run.
Verse 2: Crutches for the house, walker for the classroom hall. Wheelchair for the other times you can’t afford to fall. Braces for your shaky thighs, Kisses for your lonely sighs. A father’s love to help you through it all.
Chorus: In my dreams you dance. In my dreams you run. In my dreams you’re free to jump and play beneath the sun. Everyday I see you struggle till the day is done. But In my dreams you dance. In my dreams you run.
Verse 3: I recall the day, when I first heard you sing. Notes so pure and simple overshadowed everything. In that moment carved in time, Childhood tune and easy rhyme You traded in your walker for some wings.
Bridge: I’ve come to know that solace follows on the heels of grief. We are all much stronger than we ever dare believe.
Chorus: In my dreams you dance. In my dreams you run. In my dreams you’re free to jump and play beneath the sun. Everyday I see you struggle till the day is done. But In my dreams you dance. In my dreams you run.
[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-02-2002).]
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