The Dream

The evening

As the night fell down across the land, a man comes to his house

A lonely house for no one waits - no children cry, no children's cries

He takes off his clothes and goes to bed, his mind's so numb - his mind's so

Dumb

As he sloses his eyes he wishes to die (to) die in his peaceful sleep - in his

Sleep

The dream

Embedded in a velvet heart of jasmine roses in the dark

The light of sunrise kissing minds to wake the sleeper in the night

'Wake up you (- you) dazzled troll - for you enface a bleeding hour

Where all your sins in pain will leave the veils of mind to set you free. '

I dropped my mask on to the ground of deserted wasteness in the sand

But where it fell a flower bloomed she smiled at me - we were alone

But as the spring to summer fell of April's healing, blessing rain

The desert round me gave its life to plenty colors full of light

So where I went the flowers bloomed, the birds they sang a lovely tune

The children looked and smiled at me ' This man was born a king to be'

The virgings with their herbal spice, they kissed my face to say goodnight

The holy mother bowed her head mumbling: 'Do not forget this could be life and

Not a dream'

The mother raised the dagger high, and blessed by the wells in her eyes

I opened my chest to heart my lies to accept the judgement of her knife

The morning

And so the lonely man with no will to stay wakes up in the morning

Hi mind is gray the fog will stay forever in his head

He puts on his clothes, he tries to forget his boring life - his boring life

He can't remember the dream he just had - no one will remember his life!