I saw a child roaming around forest With her long black flowing hair Dressed in white tunic Then she reached a cemetery Which was made of stained glass With dug holes but no bodies And then I just saw her there Walking around I knew it wasnβt me But somebody else Then i woke up I was a man who was labelled crazy And had to see this shrink Who was sitting on her desk in the same forest I convinced her to give me some colored pens Because the stained glass was too beautiful to ignore And it surrounded the pale child in a white tunic But she told me that canβt be Instead she gave me a piece of βchocolateβ Which turned out into a pen And then i woke up