NAPATSORN TREESAP

Morpheus, grant me a wish which I dreamed of becoming true 
Grant him nights with no more nightmares, 
And let him dream of— what he adores
Placed his night with a pretty full moon and plenty of stars

Daylight, grant me a wish which I dreamed of becoming true 
Grant him a brighter light— grant him a brighter day
Grant him a white cloud where it has no more a storm again
Grant him a stunning smile on his remarkable face

Fireflies, grant me a wish which I dreamed of becoming true
Grant him a way and inspire him when he stuck in a maze
Grant him a way where he could see— his future smile
Soften his darkest night— soften his darkest fear

Nature, grant me a wish which I dreamed of becoming true
Grant him a soft wind when touching his skin 
Embracing his body— with my heartful letters
Then whispering softly that he always has me as he did before 

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