the dream, the dream
so real
so real
only truth
no more deceit
once furtive
but now
so real
so real
the dream, the dream
so real
so real
only truth
no more deceit
once furtive
but now
so real
so real
sometimes,
without warning
or
preceding notion
objects
seems much brighter
and
sounds are crystal clear
and I
silently thank
with
humbled devotion
for I
know it is you
to
let me know you’re near
I
have never
hated
in
my life
what
really is
the point;
the
hated does
not care
Life’s
too precious
to be
ruined
by strife
I
carry
the
Good News
with me
Not
in print
or
other
form
But
in my
heart
through all
I see
Ashes
on
my face
Hope
in
my heart
To
earn
my place
Please,
show
my part