wake to me my sweetest dream and sing a bran new song like nothing ever sung before of where we both belong a place thats niether here nor there nor anywhere between a place that lives in memories of things we've still not seen a place that has not silly clocks no nothings ruled by time a place that smells of heaven scents much sweeter than this ryme a place like nothing ever known where no ones ever been a time when all will be just right sing to me of then
Pretty, soft, musical. Given poetic license, I feel silly to mention it, but you spelled "and sing a bran new song" wrong. It's spelled brand. But again, if you're using poetic license, ignore my gramatical correction.
lol i cant spell and my grammer is pretty bad, but o well, i figure if im gettig something published ill fix it but most of it just sits in a note book or on my site or something.
