he would find it one day
her lost treasure
near an old indian trail
left by painted warriors
deep in the woods
beyond the creek and the plains
this was his kingdom
the young lad climbed
high above the ground
into the trees laden with fruit
to get his fill for the day
napping on the branches
listening to his kingdom
it spoke of his destiny
he smiled inside
he was a dreamer
believed that true love never died
that bad guys had it coming
the good ones never lied
a bowie knife on his belt
bb gun in his hands
his eyes pierced through the wilderness
keen of the danger
stalking his stride
the creatures of his kingdom
could feel his courage
could sense his good heart
the lad believed that life
was his to tame
his to hold
his to love
he was a dreamer
believed that true love never died
that bad guys had it coming
the good ones never lied
old age found him later
much wiser from the years
fond memories
deep scars
yet he still smiled inside
you see he was still a dreamer
believed in a love that never dies
that bad guys still had it coming
and the good ones still never lied
