I cherished a dream,
a beautiful dream.
I carried it long in
my womb.

I nourished and
fashioned and longed
for my dream to burst
into bloom.

All that I did, or
wanted to do, I did with
my one dream in mind.
My thoughts were invaded,
constantly, like a spring
that would not unwind.

My world evolved around
the things my child and I
would do...the running and
laughing and picnicking,
the sunshine, the rain and
the dew.

Discovering together,
everything! A life was waiting
within. All I could do, was
anxiously wait for my beautiful
dream to begin.

I cherish a dream, a different
dream, as I gaze on my child in
her chair. My dream is a dream
of hope that depends on the
dreams that doctors share.

I look upon her smiling face,
on legs that can not walk or climb.
I pray that God will spare my child
and give her a little more time.

The smile upon her innocent
face and her love she freely gives.
What does it matter if she can not
walk as long as my little girl lives.

The laughter was there, just
as I knew, like a special joy to
my ears. In trust and love, I
cherish the bond, straining to
hold back my tears.

I have a dream, a special dream.
Soon, before it's too late. Somehow,
someone will find a way to stop this
wasting fate.

Please God, spare my little child,
Look what this has done. See how my
child weakens each day? Her life,
has barely begun.

Altered with the passing days,
groping through our pain.
Time can ravage even hope, til only
dreams remain.

I dream of a world, free from pain,
for it's children everywhere.
I have a dream, a silent dream, as I
watch over my child in her chair.