Heart of an Rainbow Angel

Dreams become realities. When you open your eyes. And then you see. Love is good and hope is too. But then action must come. Sometimes I lie in bed at night, dreaming about a world, I want for our children. Then I think of all the people who have smiled at me and said “ Jenny. That’s sweet. That’s nice. But dreams are only things that children do when they sleep. Only powerful people can change the world. “. At first, I get small. I close my eyes and nod and smile. And then I realized they are liars. Because I have a dream that’s becoming reality. Because I have the heart and the colors of the world to paint. I have a dream and the strength to carry on, because that’s the only way we’re going to wake from the darkness. And they’re starting to look at me like it’s possible. I no longer close my eyes and just pray. I simply say, I smile and simply say, I have a dream. That is becoming reality. And the only way it will be anything more than dreams, is if I stand up on my knees. So the tall so tall, that the world can see and give what I have. And never give up. I have a dream, that’s becoming reality. I have a dream that nobody can kill. I have a dream. Because the angels tell me it’s so, so I will sleep at night. And I will close my eyes. And I’ll pray for another day. And then I’ll stand up tall, never feeling small. And I’ll say. “ I remember painting with the angels Jenny’s butterflies fly away” . I have a dream. That is reality. Not that it’s easy. Not that I don’t cry. Not that I don’t sometimes question myself. But this is so much more than me. And soon you will see. I have a dream.