🎵 "Ladder of Dreams" 🎶
On the ladder of my dreams, I call the sweetest dreams,
Searching for a brand-new life, where my soul is free.
Oh, time, don’t fade away, don’t erase my days,
Show me where my future lies, guide me to my way.
I call once, I call again,
Can you hear me through the rain?
I’m afraid to lose tomorrow,
Will my dreams just fade away?
Oh my Lord, let my voice rise high,
Sing my dreams across the sky.
Every word, every song I pray,
Let them shine, don’t drift away.
Oh, my heart beats with desire,
Set my soul in flames, on fire.
May my words forever be,
Filled with love and harmony.
On the ladder of my dreams, I climb, I rise,
No more fears, no more goodbyes.
With a song that fills the air,
I will dream, I will dare.
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Ali Sadeek Ahmed
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