To where my dreams hear

I know where I’m headed to
Maybe in the beginning,
my path isn’t clear
It’s having dirt and mud
But, I can see through
from even the wildest of tear…
It looks like something
That is going to be so dear
I would love to pursue
Even when weary
Or feeling timid like an escaping deer…
I would always let courage
be my smear and wear
And the rocks be my guard
when the waves crash into my gear
And then,
I would steer
Guiding my loafing bear
To where my dreams hear…