In my sleep, I dreamt my dream

Madness and chaos all around

Distorted images, truth is never found.

Heights, water, fire and ice

A loveless pair of losing eyes.

Silent screams and senseless wars

Magic, angels and all is false.

Snow, rain and thunder fall from the sky

A revengeful murderer playing it shy.

Nightmare or dream, who’s my God?

I walk above a yellow stream, isn’t that odd?

To change, to move, to make it better

Too late, I lose, and it all gets wetter.

Mind over matter, soul over heart

Stop the suffering, wake up and be smart.

Somehow I figure, I have the power

And it all seems better, when I see the flower.