The wind blows across the barren landscape,
I dream of futures yet to be.
A family's love endures all,
Time cannot break the heart's dream,
I dream of futures yet to be.
My child laughs and cries,
My wife holds me tight,
I dream of futures yet to be.
The sun is set; the moon is rising,
Waves crash against the shore,
I dream of futures yet to be.
I look at my wife and child,
I think of my past without them,
My dream of futures yet to be... is.
Michael J. Bethea
December 2000
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