Joyful Sacrifice

One of my favourites. Open for interpretation.

Faithful dreams with real complexities And confusion expanding it’s territory I watch the rooms burn with cold As the lights sliped to dark, and created something bold The origin was a simple dream But not all dreams are what they seem To hold onto my only hope Was a task that would cost everything I wrote All I wanted was what filled the world And to transfer this to a little gurl This little gurl would have it all And to the world they called it pain Yes, it’s pain. So much pain. To them it was all in vain. She wanted it don’t you see? She’s happy that her dream came to be. Yes, it’s pain. So much pain. All this pain. So, much pain. The lived in pain. Now no more pain. Yes, it’s pain. So, much pain. Yes, pain. Pain. Pain. Pain.