I'm sitting on a picnic bench, gazing out on the lake,
Dreaming of how our life will be, although I'm still awake.
The sun is setting down behind, the trees at waters edge,
And reflecting on the cliffs of stone, brightening up the ledge.

It's peaceful and calm, a lovely view,
I wish I was here, sitting with you
If I close my eyes tight, I can almost feel,
Your hand clasped in mine, oh please be it real.

I know down inside, it's only my dream,
And the ache in my heart, is the hardest I've seen.
If I keep on dreaming, I'm sure it'll come true,
We'll be here together, living my dream of you.

Nice write