When I close my eyes a beautiful world appears
...a world of wonderment and not too many tears.
The dreams and laughter of a lifetime are encompassed there;
The effervescent hopes and tenderness of years.
Yet when my eyes are opened, I see reality.
I see the way things are and the way they have to be.
And so I resolutely straighten my shoulders and hold my head high--
To go on and march down the road and do what I can to make it alright.
But in the quiet times, behind closed eyes, I visit that sacred place.
I lie there and I sigh...with a soft smile upon my face.