Falling asleep enter the dream and these that are, are not
You wander around in a cascade of thought
Passing a maelstrom of serenity and a physical mind
Finding out that the thing you want is awfully hard to find
But you keep trekking through the wilds until you find out where to go
It's dark down there and you've been lost since ages ago
You thought you heard a noise and something, someone strikes a match
Their face is illuminated and finally you've found your match
But then the scene changed and you're crying for what you found
But you are in a desert with sand for miles and miles around
You walk again hoping more for that thing to come back
And eventually you cry out and wake up, gunfire, you are back to Iraq