Seeing this world,
threw dreaming eyes,
is like living what others are wishing.
I wake at morn,
the cruel world dragging me back into reality,
but my dreams of night do not rest with shed sleep.

Walking down crowded sidewalks,
eyes on my weary feet.
Another day filled with judgments,
another day filled with hidden anger,
silent pain.
Opening the door to a quiet house,
collapsing on a couch closing my eyes to stop sudden tears,
and i drift back into unreality.

(black clouds in a purple sky..
pick nick in a Field of paper flowers..
Swimming in a sea of tears..
seeing what others cant..
dreaming to live..
living to dream..)

Jerking awake with the wail of a siren,
the blurry light of the moon shining in half shut blinds.
Drifting up shadowed stairs,
coming to my bed room.
Walking in, starring at the moon lit scene..
this is what i wake to?
An empty house,
a clashing world.
Let me sleep and not wake again..
let me dream..
Let me live.
Pulling down the cold covers,
laying my head on my pillow,
staring out my glowing window..
make the world disappear..
just make everything go away.

(queen of broken dreams living in a painful reality,
monsters of the past darkening her nightmares..
Make her believe that threes a reason to wake..
shes fading away piece by piece..
dream..
by,
dream..
When she closes her eyes to sleep at night..
..no longer queen of nothing...
but ruler of her destiny...)

Sitting up in bed,
tears streaming down her face,
back stiff,
hands clenching the sheets...
Another nightmare..
"Close your eyes angel forget your pain.."
Sobs wracking her frame,
make the past die.
Laying back down,
curled up and afraid,
the cold shell broken,
shes the innocent child again.
Fallen angel laying at her feet,
whispered voices singing in her ear,
the goddess of dreams lulling her to sleep..
Shh.. come back to your world of imaginary light..
come and find what you are missing.
And she sleeps..
and she dreams..

(one day she will wake..
and she will relies her dreams are lies.
One day shes not going to wake to dream,
but instead wake to die..)

In her Field of paper flowers,
black clouds without a silver line.
Floating in a sky of violet Majesty,
as the falling rain feels her soul with hope.
Dancing on the blood stained petals of life,
the twisting roses swaying to the music in her mind.
Black angel withing from the land of the forsaken..
watching over there queen of broken dreams..

(black clouds in a purple sky..
pick nick in a Field of paper flowers..
Swimming in a sea of tears..
seeing what others cant..
dreaming to live..
living to dream..)