Maybe my dreams will come true
Bright mornings kissed by the dew
Maybe not all, but some will unfold
With whispers of silver and gold
Maybe I will find contentment, yes it’s true
A peace in silence, my world born anew
Maybe not, but still, I will strive
In the heart of the maybe, I will feel alive
Maybe all will be well in the world
A banner of hope, brightly unfurled
Maybe not, and storms will brew
But rainbows rise when skies are blue
Maybe I will make new friends someday
Souls who will light my shadowed way
Maybe not, but each path will bend
For every maybe seeks an end
Maybe everything is subject to maybe
A dance of chance, wild and hazy
But in each maybe there lies a gleam
The pulse of life, the spark of a dream.