Upon the fallen dream I cry.
Until that time I learn to fly.
I'll fight with all the strength I know.
No sword, no string, no knife or bow.
Alone I stand, forever and more.
Always alone, no more to sore.
In the end, I guess I'll see.
The one who I am meant to be.
But first I must fine in me.
The beast lost with in a dream.
That dream no more I'll fight to see.
For if it's lost, I'll let it be.
Unlike those who live with me.
Those who no longer wish to see.
The truth that lies lost in me.
