Sunday, November 11, 2012

The Endless Dream




The Endless Dream

I wonder if we go into our dreams when we die
Every song has its end
And this one has been such a sad lonely tune
Evermore we will live for the grace of our fathers
Destined to hide in their shadows as well
On the footsteps to heaven we will sit and wait

We will sing
We will sing

The more we breathe in our dust filled days
The more tears drop from mothers' eyes
For their fallen children who collapsed just out of reach
To the blushing faces of lovers early in bloom
To the fleeting golden years and the time of our lives
Till we grow grey too soon with our very last breath in tow

We will fly
We will fly

In an endless dream we will soar through open skies
Above a kingdom long lost and forgotten
Or wings eclipsing the hallowed halls of past minds
Like silent phantoms we will flee our fears in the night
From dreamer to dreamer we will leap and play in the divine light
Of spirits who will never perish in the realm of sweet dreams
Until the night pulls us back down under the black tide again

We will rise
We will rise

Perhaps the darkness will last forever...an endless eternity
Or will we ascend once more to face a whole new world
Will we be free from the shackled chains of our bodies
Or will we all be thrown into a bog of forgotten memories
Stirred by the kindled thoughts of a newborn fresh from the womb
With eyes closed, and a face wet...our souls will be released in an instant
By a scream so deafening and joyous that the angels will tremble

I wonder...

Will we live
Will we live

To face the dawn of a new day

Copyright Adam Gaile 2012

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