Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
Terry Scott Taylor
We will wake from
A good dream
A good dream
We will then realize
It’s a true thing
It’s a real dream
Watching for, listening for
What we don’t yet possess
And getting used to settling for
The more of something less
Where’s the echo that won’t fade away
But will increase and swell into
The sound of the perfect thing itself
So beautiful and true?
Where’s the promise fully realizеd
The thing that we’re madе for
The scent of a rose we’ve never seen
The laughter behind the door?
We will wake from
A good dream
A good dream
We will then realize
It’s a true thing
A real dream
We will wake from
A good dream
A good dream
We will then realize
It’s a true thing
It’s a real dream
A real dream
A good dream
It’s a real dream
A real dream