When I was young I dreamed a dream and created the special one day,
The one day and I would be what I dreamed it would be, always near.
When I was young I dreamed I would be with another, the One,
And we would share all life and trouble like one, she would hear.
When I was young and joy would come, it was over powering,
It danced with me as we embraced the suns golden ray.
Joy would bring out my heart, I see it throbbing, longing,
For the moment that makes it yearn, I grasp the One and the one day.
When I was young I could feel the One’s arm around me,
It was real and it cared like no dream was able to care.
The eyes, softly penetrating my soul, it is well to see,
The soft gaze with passion and strength is finally there.
My mind could whisk my body into the one day with speed,
I would spend my dreams with reckless abandon and feel.
And I could look into the eyes of the One and they into my need,
And for a glorious moment I was one with the eyes that were real.
As a lonely youth my dreams were an avenue to the coming passion,
I dreamed the perfect dream and all around me was exactly right.
When I was young I dreamed the dream in delightful fashion,
I dreamed the dream that the One would never leave my sight.
When I was young I dreamed a dream again calling forth the one day,
To embrace the One who changes daily pain into innocent pleasure.
And pleasure comes by the One’s understanding and gentle way,
Oh, how I wish I could stay and not go back to life’s full measure.
When I was young I lived my life and no one knew my secret way,
As I plodded along life’s bumpy road seemingly without a thought or care.
But as trouble arose I traveled fast to the arms of the One and the one day,
People saw my face and said hello, but they didn’t know, I wasn’t there.