When the dark gets lonely, When the silences speak. When the memories haunt And I feel weak. I see no guiding light I hear no soothing voices When the vision gets blurred When nothing makes sense When nothing seems true And I wonder. what hence? Have no shoulder to cry on.. I see no reasons to go on But ...I hang on. I hang on.. to a lil dream of mine A happy home. a happy me.. A place I belong. Where I am free.. I can be myself.. I can just be me A spill of laughter.. And warmth of smiles. A sense of togetherness And many unknown miles. Happy bright mornings And cheerful days.. Busy weeks And lazy Sundays.. A life full of life.. Free of the past.. Fresh, new. Right from the start. And so . I hang on. I hang on to this.. lil dream of mine..