Hopes and Dreams

Looking into the moonlit sky,

thinking about my hopes, I sigh.

So many times my dreams have died.

I'm used to having wants denied.

For every plan that I have made

there waits a debt as yet unpaid.

As no bubble goes unburst,

I look to Heaven, feeling cursed.

If there's a God, to Him I pray

that just this once He'd look my way.

Of all the things for which I've asked,

just one more... it would be the last.

Before time comes to take its toll,

send me a love to fill my soul.

Should I consider this absurd?

Will my prayer go again unheard?

I search in vain for a lucky star,

but like my luck, its small and far.

All hopes and dreams, into the night,

again I cast with all my might.

Paul Allen Rice