Oh what dreams do conspire?
Where were lost in the muck and mire,
Lost soul turn to each other in search of sanctuary,
Only to find that it houses the advisory,
Lost in love, never knowing the truth
Kidding all reminisce of its proof,
Searching, searching, searching, but never finding,
Because from it we are always running,
Dreams disguise the pain inside,
Wrapped in fantasy that our minds devise,
Why do we run from what we seek?
Is it fear or because we’re weak?
Or is it that our souls can’t bare the thought of edan,
Which lies just there?
Peace, happiness, joy and bliss
We’ll never know just what we miss.
One day when we are in heaven will
Look down on all the earth and wonder
Why we do what we do to ourselves,
And realize that chasing a dream stole or reality...
