Dreamer

There's talk about a song,
A song about how wrong,
A dreamer is when they are wishing,
For the love to be written in their story.

Church bell rings,
The choir sings,
Songs of sadness,
In a deathly tone.

Snow covered the ground,
A girl's mind unwound,
Of the past she once had,
The past of a dreamer.

She ran in a field of flowers
Butterflies rained in showers,
In the meadow of dreamers,
Where dreaming begins.

Light surrounds her while she sleeps,
Under a willow that weeps
A wind wisps through the tree,
As gently as it can.

Now she lies underground,
Where there isn't and sound
To comfort her sweet soul
That is ascending.

This is the story,
About a lover's broken love,
Where dreamer's dreaming
Ends.