House Of Dreams

money was the house of dreams glass so 'dear' it built. it paid in fines and tears can my daughter block the sun with all the words then full were you. how do you grow and spend her time with no sky to gaze upon does she hear the wind, at night before it comes too dress the morning sky, in all it's light and wood lies upon the forest floor too much too find and lacking more know her mind a ticking clock like mine a way through time, don't use the pills too shut hers off. when yours grows dim light is her source, her rivers long both sides too know please let it in.