The Power of Dreams

I cannot go inside your dreams,
Only angels know that place.
And if I recognised you �"
Would you have a different face?
The rising tide that washed our feet;
Has long reached a different shore,
The clouds have changed from dragons,
And just turned to clouds once more;
The roadside knows my footsteps �"
Somehow an echo has remained,
But the crossroad sign has turned around,
Nothing here is still the same.
So which road will I follow now?
I’ve crossed rivers, waded streams,
For me it doesn’t matter �"
No, for me it doesn’t matter �"
I have lost the power of dreams.