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If I was a sailor,

Would you come with me?

In my little boat of dreams,

For everyone to see.

Would you hide your vision?

The creativity you show me,

Would you throw them overboard?

To be lost forever at sea.

For if nobody sees your dreams,

Nobody can laugh, mock and tease,

If nobody sees the real you,

Nobody can be mean.

Please come with me on my little boat of dreams,

And lift your spirits high,

To let the real ‘you’ spread its wings,

and saw above the sky.


By Liz Daniels