It starts with a dream, Seeing a garden full of hope, A wonder full of goodness, People can be easily blinded by that.
Losing sight of what they tend to forget, Turning a blind sight to what they should be wary of, Sometimes its hard to believe, That nightmares are dreams too.
So what makes a person forget, Is the possibility of something you love, could become your killing, After all, the devil was once an angel too.