Sponsor of your dreams

When you are so tied,

with the wires of life,

can't throw out your hands,

for catching some scenes.

Then close your eyes and think of me,

I 'll be there,

The sponsor of your dreams.

Don't call for God,

stop crying in vein,

'cos he never comes,

hearing your loud screams.

As he sent me, made me,

the sponsor of your dreams.

If no feelings are left,

'cos you spent all of them,

no shoulder to put your head upon,

no hollow thoughts,

no more themes for scenes.

Then I'll come, to sponsor your dreams.

Now when you are on top,

and want everything to stop,

'cos the pictures we painted,

begin loosing their colors,

and the dreams i sponsored

are with you no longer:

All shades have faded, life's so jaded.

Then call for me,

I'll be mending your dreams.