I'm walking through the trees of an old wood.
A stick snaps behind me and I freeze.
Slowly I turn to see what is there.
Standing tall and proud is a great stag.
The stag runs at me as I turn to run.
I trip on a branch and fall.
As I stand to face the stag, it runs at me.
It runs into me and disappears into my body.
I realize the stag is me.
I was running from myself.
But no more will I run.
I'm ready to face my demons.

The ground is frozen with white solid that turns to wet.
The branches snap and the twigs scratch as the trees howl in the wind.
In the distance a cry splits the cold night.
The lone wolf sings of the trouble in his world.
The frost has taken his puppies.
The missing prey have defeated his mate.
Sorrow is the melody of his song.
Listen as his tears are his words.
The pain he feels are his notes.
His heartache is his music.
The lone wolf sings for all to hear.
His words speak of running free in the wind with his children.
His notes tell of his memories of playing and loving with his mate.
His music plays the heartbreak of losing them all.
And so all hear,
The lament of the wolf.

You hear a voice
But no one is there.

You feel a chill
But it's not from the air.

You are told it's nothing
But you cannot stop thinking about it.

You try as hard as you can
But finally you have to admit.

It's just whispers in the wind.

You were here and now you're gone.
Like the beginning of a sorrowful song.
The tears stream down my face like rain.
It's just too much to bare this pain.

For so long you stayed, through thick and thin.
You had my heart in the palm of your hand.
You had a grasp on my very soul.
Out of nowhere, everything you stole.

I dragged myself up, on both feet I now stand.
I face the world with new command.
My scars shine bright as a memory of that mess.
The pain is now only fleeting at best.

The shadow of you still passes by me.
A haunting ghost refusing to leave me be.
I clench my fist and just keep walking.
With a strong voice, louder I sing.

My song will carry for miles around.
Oh so beautiful will be that sound.
As I sing of this most difficult climb.
Of how there you were, once upon a time.

Dream of the stars.
Dream of the gods.
Dream so your heart,
May come to odds.

Dream of the sea.
Dream of the sky.
Dream so there,
You may fly.

Let your dreams be filled,
With peace and love.
Let your dreams be filled,
With that from above.

May you dream of butterflies,
Flying on by.
May you dream of wings,
That take you high.

May you dream of flowers,
In the wind.
May you dream of sunny days,
On which you can swim.

Dream a sweet dream.
One above all.
Dream a sweet dream.
Into which you can fall.

Sweet Dreams

The wind blew and the caves howled.
The crashing waterfall was silent and the silent plains screamed.
The dead heart beats and the still lungs breathe.
Nothing happens in the world that never sleeps.
The deer creeps on the grass as the wolf creeps on the deer.
The lone ear sits, never will it hear.
I stand on the water and the water stands on me.
Noisy are the streets of this silent town.
A child runs loud in the dead of the air.
I turn to go after him but it stands there.
The shadow of my enemy frozen in the burning sun.
Does he see me while I'm invisible?
Does he smell my nonexistent scent?
Does he hear my closed mouth?
My buddy taps me.
The shadow is moving.
Its arms raise with something in them.
My buddy looks at me with horror filled eyes.
I look at the shadow of my enemy and it's gone.
The little boy stands there, a rocket on his shoulder.
A tear runs down his cheek and he pulls the trigger.
I throw myself on my buddy and everything goes red.
I stare as my body gets smaller and I'm ascending.
My buddy is over me, trying to shake me awake.
I don't wake up and everything goes black.