I
Trust
In
You

I
Believe
In
Who You Are

You
Trust
In
Me

You
Believe
In
Who I Am

I lean my head
Against Your heart
You Kiss me
On the brow

A quickening beat
In Your chest
As a tear
Falls down my face

Yes it is this moment
Called true bliss
Let me see you please
Glory fall tomorrow

Dreaming too long sometimes makes it difficult to trust the real thing when it knocks on your door.  Through the peep hole it looks scary. This hasty irrational thought comes to mind, "If I open the door that is going to kill me."  How can a fulfilled dream make someone want to turn on their heels and run?  Perhaps, it is because I am afraid it won't be as good as I imagined.

And that right there is the lie. 

To not open that door is what will kill you.  Not knowing.

Allowing regret to be birthed and fester is an option with a bitter outcome.

Do I realize who I am?  Do you realize who you are?

Created for something great; engineered to start movements.
And loved just because;
That is why I dream; I was made by a dreamer.

Now it's time for this dream to manifest in reality.