With These Two Hands of my Dreams I was the child who dreamed great dreams. I said, "I will be great." Adults smiled, humored. I was the child who dreamed. I was the teen who said, "My flame will not die as I get old." Adults smiled, humored. I was the teen who dreamed. Passion's pulse throbbed through me. The years went by, by and by. I am the adult who dreams great dreams, who ponders what she will create, who hopes many things, and who knows her flame did not die, will not die, will continue, and this not even death will stop, I am the one who dreams, who has always dreamed, and will always dream. I have won this far. Struggles are only there to learn and become stronger. I have won this far. With these two hands of my dreams the two hands of my flesh will make them come true. I am the one who dreams. JAL, 6-27-05 While the music to "Gettysburg" played