• The night wind sings me to sleep,
    I close my eyes and try to dream.

    But, like a puppet I feel like I am on a string,
    And those old memories start to haunt me.

    I try to lie to find a way out,
    But, I can't seem to shout.

    Hoping the day will draw near,
    So, it can make the darkness disappear.

    As I lay there and slumber in agony,
    I feel myself falling deeper into an other reality.

    I guess these are the things dreams are made of,
    Disappointment, lies and mayhem.

    But, fear not for me my friends,
    I am not alone in my quest,
    For there are others out there you see,
    Who sees the world as I see.