The pain of waking up,
The pain of letting go
Of leaving your dreams behind;
To drink from reality’s cup.

‘Tis such a sweet pain
Of suffering till the night doth come
‘Til we lapse into dreams again;
‘Til our reality doth that become…

And we find new ways,
To dream and dream again
And spin silver threads connecting them all,
Till they vanish,like vapour,like the morning rain…

To drown in the sea,to fall endlessly
To meet your true love, or a fleeting glance to see
These dreams that you know,they come,they go.
Only to come again,
and only to bring more pain…