• Away from earth and yet here still;
    a world all my own, and yet shared with the ones I love
    If a rose can be a rose can be a rose can be a rose,
    then can a dream be a dream be a dream?
    A life where my problems seem solved,
    where love is life and life is love?

    Away from the earth that holds me down;
    I run and run and hide.
    A beautiful nightmare or a horrid dream?
    A lovely death or a horrible life?
    I awake and wonder why I wish to sleep again.

    I fall and fall and fall and land in his arms.
    I know him, but he is different.
    He cares for me and loves me and wants me safe.
    A true dream with pure intentions.

    I awake, and long for the dream once more;
    but day is here and I must get up.
    I go to my real life and see him,
    but he does not acknowledge me.
    And, I know that it was all a dream.