The Dream That Last Forever
Am i asleep?
I forgot how to tell
Am I somewhere between Heaven and Hell?
I hear rustling of feet and the swaying of grass
A subtle hint of a babies cry or maybe a laugh
Its just ignorance and innocence
In my mind im painting a picture
but it just comes out blank
They say you control your own dreams?
Well i can’t
See i wanted to be a man who watched their kids grow
Play sports, watch movies, birthdays and much more
But now time as stopped
At least it seems that way
Now my dreams are my past…future..my present
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