The Dream
I dreamt of a man giving me a black rose,
a symbol of death i suppose?
Of graves in the dark;
they have no mark;
of ghostly faces
and haunted places.
What does it mean?
or was it just a dream?
Can't you see i'm dying?
Can't you hear my heart, it's crying...
There's nothing here to keep me alive
our hearts beating together to that I strive.
I'm like a puppet on a string,
even bound by your ring!
I will silently die,
Oh please don't cry?
I'm waiting for the spring in my life to return;
the love in my heart will then begin to burn.
Like a wild flower shows it's face after the rain;
away will wash all my heartache and pain!
Cos we'll be together,
together forever!
We will run and play
have life only our way.
So, my dream did come true;
all thanks to you;
but without the dying and pain;
all washed away by your beautiful rain.
I will touch your face;
and leave no space;
for our loving and kissing
will blow away all the missing!
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