In a crowded room, filled with shallow souls,
Notebook and pen my company.
I sat alone, contently on my own
When a Dreamer sat beside me.
An artful mind, personal style, indifferent to the latest trends
That was the day, I had found a friend
And so began our story.
She didn't know she was a Dreamer.
You can tell that she was unaware,
By the way she asked about my thoughts,
When I had thought that no one cared.
She listened to my soft replies, wonder sparkling in her eyes
I pondered what she saw inside
A quiet mouse like me.
She always reminded me she was a Dreamer
Using a brush called "personality"
Painting through life, changing colors, with
Confidence and Bravery.
Splashing emotions onto canvas, she shares her world that I can't see
She put a pen into my hand one day,
And smiled, "Share yours with me?"
She showed me I'm a Dreamer
Unveiling my ability
To make rainbows out of black and white,
Breathing life into my fantasies.
The empty page that blankly stared, as bleak as my life used to be
Was now a door into my mind,
Imagination now my secret key.
She's forgotten how to be a Dreamer
Doubt became her vulnerability.
She gave into the words of narrow minds,
who mocked her creativity.
I watched her wither into a shell, light dimming into gray
She's now the girl alone in the shallow crowd,
Face lifeless and tear-stained.
One day I met a Dreamer,
Who made me who I am.
Taught me I could capture life,
With paper and a pen.
She gave me a reason, gave me a dream, to express my point of view,
Now it's my turn to help her see
That she's a Dreamer too