The Light In My Nightmares

I am Nightmare. Where am I? Nightmare. Who are you? Nightmare. How is this Possible? Nightmare. I take the form of your fears. That spider you try to find, That snake that hides in the night, I bring those tears. That dark corner that creeps and crawl, That buzzing in your ear, That quick, deep, dark whisper you catch, I bring those tears. Who’s that? Who? Who are you? Who? The one next to you? I am Dream. Who’s that? Dream. Who are you? Dream. How is this possible? Dream. I take the form of your joys. That four-leaf clover you find, That mare that runs with delight, I bring those dreams. That open field with no wall, That slow, sweet, light lullaby you hear, I bring those dreams.