A Dream You'll Understand

I woke up far away, from where you are.
Somethin’ I should say… to my sleepy star.
I wish that we could play… in a cool valley.
I wish you only knew… what it means to me.
Years they come and go… but only some will see.
Life didn’t hold my hand… though I know who knows.
Who else understands, where the dreamland goes?
So, to this end I write, of a dream last night I had.
Family was there, back home with mom and dad.
Work was to be done--I did my daily dues--but soon was soon enough,
I kicked off worn out shoes.
I ran like the wind… through the grass beside the road,
I just had to see… the freedom not bestowed.
Down to the river I went, servin’ the ghost in me.
Water over the bridge, and bugs flyin’ I could see.
A spirit overcame, and onward had to go—climb the tree my name—could no longer know.
Yet never to be, I awoke, a slave again—still lost in singing—this saddened song of then.