Golden dreams and crystal bubbles
are always such a part of me,
and yet, I find I'm often the first
to see the world's cruel reality.
My dreams they keep me hanging on;
my crystal world survives.
The truth is sometimes hard to believe,
when it shows through in others' lives.
And the greatest disappointment
is the truth sometimes of my own,
as I stand back and look upon it
to see how I've changed and grown
The changes have been awesome;
the growing has been slow,
and I'm amazed at what I've gone through
to learn the things I know.
But the gold is always purest gold,
the crystal remains intact.
I still have trouble understanding
the things I find as fact.