She lies gently in a bed of roses so white; dreaming time and time again in this garden delight; and I wonder, "Is it me she see's in her dreams at ni..
We are but a dream for the dreamed; only to realize that we have been redeemed; to be hopeless nor do I be the same; for in this dream, I have no name..
She stares at me benevolently with her baby blue eyes. How beautiful she looks, that lady in white. I try to go on my way, but I hear her gentle cries..