Just a dream, just a dream...

But what does it mean?

It doesn't make sense.

I am cold and intence,

Or so the birds sing,

As the silent bells ring.

There's a man at the fair,

Who does not seem to care,

That the tigers attack,

Creeping up on his back.

Must I watch this again?

It's the same as back then!

His daughter, she cries,

As the birds tell her lies.

They say that he beat,

All of them in the street.

She knows it's not true,

But what can she do?!

I have been where she stands,

All alone, in the sands.

There was no help for me,

And the birds can I see,

Will not give her rest,

Dispite her distress.

And so, I must stand,

Far away, while I can,

Looking in through the crowd,

In my shadowy shroud.

Oh, that I could help,

Such a sorrowful whelp.

But I am glued in my place,

By my past, my disgrace.

The things I did not tell,

At the silent bell.

How I wish I could be,

With the one I can't see!

Though I love him so,

He may never know.

How can I speak

When I am asleep?!

There is naught I can do,

Can't begin till I'm through,

With my penance, my time,

For my misrable crime.

Dearest friend, oh, my friend!

Must I wait till the end,

To give you my heart?

Must I finish to start?

Just a dream, but a dream...

But what does it mean?