Trailing down the unlit road,
riding my horse on the edge of the stream,
all the silence,all in quiet mode,
still i wonder of the dream.
dreams come soon when you sleep,
but i won\'t today in my bed of roses,
there in the forest will i be going deep,
not even will i have deep sweet dozes.
for what my dream has to tell me,
i must discover its true or false feeling,
because its got me to run and see,
see what other people are dealing.
last night i figured out how it felt,
to have no one beside you for days,
not only did i see how it was dealt,
but i saw the poor and their needy ways.
yes,they suffer and cry too,
about their life or when the time is near,
believe it or not,they dream to be you,
but they know they can\'t stay for longer-thats what they fear.
