If this is a dream,
Don't wake me up,
Cause I'd rather sleep feeling content,
Than be awake feeling empty....

The white snow falling above,
As 3 words were sown in my heart,
A gaze in her eyes as she told no lie,
I shook my head hoping to wake up,
This is no story,
No dream or myth,
For what she said is true,
I have forgotten who I am,
I have lost my path,
I am broken and torn,
My knees fell,
I am alone once more,
A smile was requested before she left,
I saw that the rain had also gotten into her eyes,
Though hurt I gave her warmth,
For I did not want her last sight to be someone cold and alone...

They look down and on me with fear,
I have no story I have no fear,
My dreams and passion they drive me to the rim,
With grip and 2 steps I finish the play,
All eyes are on my as I move the ball,
Imperfect and pathetic,
But they believe the trick,
It is beauty behind the imperfection that draws their attention,
The will to move forward,
The understanding to trust when you can't,
That is my passion,
That is my drive...

My words deeds
For all I've sin
My acts were but a play
To tell a tale
Of life and dreams
and hopes and fear
All I ask is to applaud
The end of my play

The hazy skies as I sink in further in the pool,
I am drowning in my thoughts,
No dreams,
No hopes,
Breathless I am left with the only choice to struggle,
But I see no light at the end of the tunnel,
They tried to save me,
But it only pushed me deeper into my thoughts,
I am left alone with my mind in disarray,
I am saved only to be kept in a cage,
No idea what my true desire is,
No idea who I truly I am,
I am broken and I do not have the pieces to repair...