Dreams
Living behind bars,
Reaching for the stars.
Forever to be caputered,
Forever raputered...
To do with saying no,
While they hate it so,
Screaming for a rescue,
Deep tears, so blue...
Galloping threw the nights,
A field without lights,
Mountains lighted by the moon,
Drinking in from lagoon.
A dream, maybe an illusion,
for never to be true...
To live on in a nightmare,
When it could be a dream...
Reaching for the stars.
Forever to be caputered,
Forever raputered...
To do with saying no,
While they hate it so,
Screaming for a rescue,
Deep tears, so blue...
Galloping threw the nights,
A field without lights,
Mountains lighted by the moon,
Drinking in from lagoon.
A dream, maybe an illusion,
for never to be true...
To live on in a nightmare,
When it could be a dream...
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| Auteur: Skydancer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 mei 2004 | ||
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