Dreams.

If I could just live my dreams..

That would be fine for me!

Then anything can happen to me,

I could leave life without a struggle,

because I would know I have no other reason to live,

unless just for you.

Cause you are one of my dreams.

As to love,

then to fly!

Far away never to see the fighting again.

Only in the ruins where my peace is at ease.

Can I dream just a little longer until the light does not find my face,

but finds my heart.

Warm's it as a greeting,

with no struggle I with follow,

until those dreams are all but distant memories,

as if in a fog.

I will have worries,

as if they were only a dream.

Then shall I weep,

till my eyes are dry and can not produce anymore tears.

The grief then flows to my heart,

the same heart that left that place without a struggle.

I scream and yell until no voice is left in this body,

even with no moist in the air or left in my corpse.

I can cry as if a gift to stop my screams and grief,

to have the endless amount of water flowing down my chest to the ground.

Now all my dreams are just as a distant memory.

Though I feel I will see them again.

I see them not today.

　

But in another dream!