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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