I dream of June when I lie in bed alone,

When the world is quiet and my mind can roam.

A June that sends winter away to hide,

And that makes mothers blossom inside.

A June that allows children to learn to ride,

And June that calls fathers to stand with pride.

A June that sees sons taking their brides,

And that touches hearts across the endless divides.

A June that heals the wounds of love denied,

And that brings light where darkness abides.

I’ve dreamed of a June that will take away my fright,

It may come tomorrow if it doesn’t come tonight.