A woe surpa** such a nightly coil A bother to speak of this Yet in dreams it haunts me An eternal silent abyss Though in most dreams I did catch a flickering of a light To hold the hand to all my hopes Was a gleam in the night. It's merely a gleam at distance That guides me on my way And the warfare of the moon and stars Brings a d**h to the day A funeral pa**es the plutonian shadow And peers with it's emerald eye Daring me to take up flight And break the boundaries of the sky. And wishes never come true And yet they still breath The dreams are the children That our minds decieved