When I fell asleep
I felt a light breeze,
I was fluttering somewhere in the sky,
Someplace very high.
I saw the world from the other side,
The world in a sunny winter`s day;
Soft snowflakes were covering the ground,
And there, on a sidewalk,
Was a vagabond sitting.
He was holding a candle in his arms.
There, in it`s gentle flame,
His memories were burning away:
About friends, about the positive,
About every sunny winter`s day.
I now felt cold.,
Wanted to wake up from the dream,
So had to fly away.
Didn`t see that tramp no more.
Neither the snow...
Where the breeze had gone...?
I woke up,
Woke up lying on the sidewalk.
But the tramp..
I found it so real.