Dreamers Walk the Soul's Path

In the last hour before leaving this city, my younger sister and I waited on the street for her boyfriend. I saw a punk man walking toward us in the distance. The moment our eyes met, I remembered the man who had come to my rescue again and again in my dreams. But he kept walking toward the horizon without looking back. I knew it was all just wishful thinking in a dream. #favorite_1{color:#FAFAFA;font-weight:bold;border-style:double;}#favorite_1{color:#FAFAFA;font-weight:bold;border-style:double;} Theme: