Dear God, bless all the dreamers and then bless my dreams,
The world’s really lost to reality, nothing is what it seems,
In my imagination, I’ve found you so many times,
So never through me to them for whom let words alone,
Even the thoughts are crimes.

I bow to you every day, to all facets of your thought,
They pray from just one of your face, I have a lot,
If all I’ll keep to myself, I’ll explode into particles,
So keep them love, for we are your pretty little articles.

What greater truth will we ever find but Alif O Lord,
I have nothing to show to you, I can’t grow into a fraud,
What are my words to you, take them as they are simple,
All the children are you stars God, we don’t cry, we twinkle.