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In wake of a dream







In wake of a dream I walk through your door
To be in the world where I'll rise and fly and dream even more.
And when the dream were wet,
my eyes did too and I crawled and wept, in your arms I slept.

But then the clouds were gone and we see clear sky
the doubtless sun shines and so do I.
Unshackled from chains, in freedom I breathe
This world of dreams is all I did need.

And then the ways were lost and so was the dream,
all my past was gone and so does future it seems.
Tempered and torn, shattered and soiled
lying down I ponder Why I had tried?

Then I look around, I am at bottom of all,
I have fallen so bad that I can no longer fall. 
In wake of a dream I walked through your doors,
the dream might have died but I will prevail.

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