A Letter From Urban Street - Sarah P.

Someone told me dreams are growing on me Friends have come and went away overseas

Maybe this day will come now
And I’ll dance with my star
Someone told me better not to grieve you
He said three- four weeks that only were you

Maybe this day will come now
And I’ll dance with my star

Someone told me mother bad I would be
He said that stuff too many I’ve got on my plate

Maybe this day will come now
And I’ll dance with my star

Maybe this day will come now
And I’ll dance with my star

To fifteen stars I’m wishing now may you be fine May you dance and happy be and clouds climb If you were here I’d give it all to you
Such precious little thing you’d be of that I’m sure
Maybe this day will come now
And I’ll dance with you my star

Photo credit: Sara P.

Lyrics added by Marse