We breath...
A closed door,
With the markings of the children's scribbled dreams
Thought up from blank white scenes
Care what for?
When the innocence of childlike memories
Hold false realities
Sleep on...
White windows,
Streaming bright lights in, reflecting off the walls
And now the silence calls
Picturesque,
In the wishings of the thoughtless and naive
And the worlds that they conceive
We all,
Seem to regret
The dreams,
That we forget
Oh,
Where do the lines of conscious dreaming seem to cross?
Into the lives of all whose dreams that have been carelessly tossed?
The light of day brings nothing but the pain and sorrow
Now breath in while the air is slow...
We breath
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A sweet song,
Baring honey fruits of light prosperity
Ringing in the highest key
We live on,
For the dawning of today's reality
And tomorrow's suffering
But still,
They're all the same
People,
Who wont change
Oh,
Where do the lines of conscious dreaming seem to cross?
Into the lives of all whose dreams that have been carelessly tossed?
The light of day brings nothing but the pain and sorrow
Now breath in while the air is slow,
The face youth and innocence are baring a smile
As everybody else just plays the reality trail
We all forget the children that we have been before
So watch them sleep forever more...
We breath...
We sleep...
We dream...
We breath...
Live on