slum town lullaby,
Dream Dream Dream,
your visions and paintbrush,
weighs more than iron,
and is deeper than oil rigs,
Dream,
Dream until the roads and back highways,
are no more,
Dream,
it will last forever,
if you want it too,
Dream,
Dream,
Dream,
like a river,
made to be drinken by only the purest,
of Dreamers,
Dream,
the symphony will end,
with one piano key,
striking painfully,
at your spine.