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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