Sometimes I wish
I could live in my dreams...

Sometimes, I'm confused
my mind, feels totally abused...

Sitting in the garden of the king
it makes my heart sing...

Feeling misplaces
and in a couple of days...

My world is changing
so full of tension on levels...

The wind blow
against my cheek...

Laughing a little
discount...

What defined me
as who I was...

Some is Killing
dying and living...

In my dreams
both of you I see...

The way to the heart
just a few inches...

I started to dance
with my past...