Wandering Boy Poet

C     Am
Dream on child of change

            Em                  F
throw your javelin through the sun

C        Am
pierce the hearts of everyone

Em       F
though we push to slave the days

G     F Am
this is not reality, this is just formality

C  Am
the cup is only being filled

 Em       F
for the chance of having it spilled

C         Am
flowing, just like the days

Em         F
sailing, just like the days