Could it be,
That maybe I'm dreaming?
The world's not at its end,
Is it all in my head?
The love and hate I feel,
The wounds that never heal,
Are they just paintings in my eyes,
Or are they real?
Sunshine on my face,
In my sanctuary place,
I'm safe in your arms,
Just sleeping.
Storm clouds in my eyes,
Is it really raining?
And in my sanctuary place,
You wipe the raindrops from my face,
And you say:
"Sleep now, sweet and weary thing,
Your despair is just a dream,
As real as it may seem,
You are safe."
And you cradle a jaded mind,
Warm in your arms.
Your arms:
My sanctuary place.