I'll lay on my bed to dream again
Of that faraway land beyond
Where many say promises lay
I'll sleep to dream again

To what depth will I have to sleep
And dream again of the wondrous land
And to what height do I ascend
To behold your glorious deep

Oh you faraway land in keep
In my dream you are no more
To my reality I return, no more of you
A figment of thoughts, a dream in dream

It thought of making a joke on me
I bow and greeted in an uninterested air
It laughs and shook head, it's gone
What a thoughtless action of the vain mind

A little bit of mire
Doth make me stink
From a bit of dross
Do I change unaware
From a little of this
Do I loose myself
From a little of that
I find myself no more
My sins make me frail
And the wind sings away

In a poet eye
Text are always dancing
To an invisible rhythm
Even the static figures
Keeps jumping up and down
Seeing through many lens
Lens changing with every step

When you live it is for us to live
Even in death, you gave you life away
You have your life to live
Don't you think so?
But yet again you gave it all
Only that I believe in you
As one sent from the father
Is it to believe in you?
Oh, that I will gladly do.