We each must seek to walk our very own walk
Although most getting stuck inside its box
Through the door of hate well learned,
Another tear drop subsides;

For each table has been turned

The interpretation of a dream,
She was living on a wing and a prayer
Other matters of the heart may have caused dispare
Through shadows in her head;

A cause of panic feelings of dread,
The interpretation of a dream;
Out of mere madness sprung its inner silence
As in caged barbaric schemes...

Through a base of triumph shadows felt its gear toward silence,

The interpretation of a dream

Fought back its silence from within.