Dream
A DREAM OF THE DARK PAST
I HAVE VISIONS OF JOY DEPRIVED
BUT WAKING FROM LIFE TO LIVE
CAUSE MY HEART TO BREAK
WHAT I DREAM BY NIGHT
HIS EYES CAST A SPELL ON ME
NOT ALL THINGS AROUND HIM,
SEEMS REAL
LOOKING BACK THROUGH ANOTHER PAST
MY DREAM IS HIS DREAM
WHILE THE RIVERS CLUTTERED BEHIND US
WHAT COMES THROUGH THE SUNLIGHT
HATH THE NIGHT FROM THE STARS
SO TERRIBLE FAR AWAY
COULD BE HIS LONELY HEART
DREAMING OF ANOTHER DAY
Copyright © Robin Brown | Year Posted 2013
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