Catalina's Milky Way Dreams(c) Re- Written 2024 - By The Depressed Poet, Doc Dalton
Shooting Stars and fast moving CarsRumble through the roads of my mindTick-e-ty Tock, the old sounds of the clockSay's it's almost a quarter past nine
The moons surely rising, the stars are a glidingAnd Mr. Sandman is ready to roamHurry off to bed and put your pillow under your headHe might just be visiting you tonight at homeDrifting off to sleep is such a wonderful featAdventures you'll enjoy on your ownMaking new friends on a journey to no endA secrete life that is yours all aloneDon't be afraid of those gobble lee goo'sOr those pirates drifting to sea on their boatsThere's no need to worry there just in your dreamsLike rainbow clouds and cotton candy floatsOh that sky's full of colors of make believe wondersExciting every step of the wayCan't you let me stay for just a little bit longerPlease, don't take my Dreams a wayTo see this through a child's eyesOn the path to where stars brightly beamThrough a different world of twist and twirlsWon't you come to my Milky Way DreamsWe could have so much funUnder an ice cream sun and laugh our time awaySing some M & M songs the whole day longUntil we awake to brand new day
Pluto say's hey kiddo don't get out of bedAs Snakel Puss laughs and says, ah it's OKKKKKKKKPopeye yell's, were gone in a minute after I eat me spinachPoo say's all aboard my Banana Split SleighOh that Sky's full of colors of make believe wondersExciting every step of the wayCan't you let me stay for just a little bit longerWorry not Catalina, we won't take your Dreams a way
To see this through a child's eyesOn the path to where stars brightly beamThrough a different world of twist and twirlsWon't you come to my Milky Way Dreams
Catalina say's, please come join me, on my Milky Way Dreams
There comes a moment in a man's life when the silence becomes louder than the world around him. A moment when the weight upon his shoulders no longer feels like burden alone, but punishment. He walks through crowded streets feeling unseen, speaks words nobody truly hears, and smiles only to hide the storm raging within.
For years he believed he could carry it all himself.
The pain.The fear.The loneliness.The battles hidden deep inside his mind.
He told himself he was strong enough. Told himself that men were supposed to fight alone. So, he wandered farther and farther into darkness, trying to build peace with his own hands, only to watch it crumble like dust between his fingers.
Night after night he fell to his knees, exhausted from pretending.
Then one evening, with tears streaming down his face and sorrow breaking through every wall he had built, he looked toward Heaven and whispered:
"Lord… please do not stop loving me."
The words trembled from his lips like a child lost in the cold.
"Please keep me by Your side. Please give me Your hand and lead me to peace. Lord… I am crying from well within my soul."
And in that broken moment, he realized something beautiful.
God had never left him.
Not during the sleepless nights.Not during the anger.Not during the confusion.Not during the wandering.
The Lord stood beside him the entire time, waiting patiently for him to stop carrying the world alone.
For sometimes the strongest prayer is not shouted from a church pulpit. Sometimes it is whispered through tears in the middle of the night by a weary soul simply asking God not to let go.
And maybe that is where healing truly begins.
For years he believed he could carry it all himself.
The pain.The fear.The loneliness.The battles hidden deep inside his mind.
He told himself he was strong enough. Told himself that men were supposed to fight alone. So, he wandered farther and farther into darkness, trying to build peace with his own hands, only to watch it crumble like dust between his fingers.
Night after night he fell to his knees, exhausted from pretending.
Then one evening, with tears streaming down his face and sorrow breaking through every wall he had built, he looked toward Heaven and whispered:
"Lord… please do not stop loving me."
The words trembled from his lips like a child lost in the cold.
"Please keep me by Your side. Please give me Your hand and lead me to peace. Lord… I am crying from well within my soul."
And in that broken moment, he realized something beautiful.
God had never left him.
Not during the sleepless nights.Not during the anger.Not during the confusion.Not during the wandering.
The Lord stood beside him the entire time, waiting patiently for him to stop carrying the world alone.
For sometimes the strongest prayer is not shouted from a church pulpit. Sometimes it is whispered through tears in the middle of the night by a weary soul simply asking God not to let go.
And maybe that is where healing truly begins.
