She guides you though the fields of dreams,
She takes you by your hand,
Her gentle touch as soft as silk,
She leads you through this land,

She takes you places you feel safe
To places in your mind,
Places where your memory left,
For you to leave behind.

There is another dark and damp,
Who pulls you from her grip,
He takes you places you are scared,
And leaves you there to trip.

Into the depths of hell you fall,
But not quite to your death,
Just to come back sweating cold,
Lying out of breath,

Then back into that world you slip,
When you fall asleep,
Not afraid when darkness falls,
Into a dream you creep.