I wish my dreams were real.

Where sadness is something I wouldn't feel.

Where I'm happy and everyone else is.

Where no one is forgotten in the abyss.


A place where someone's by my side.

Where that someone would never hide.

Somewhere where the silent is heard.

Where the meek will fly like a bird.


This place would be a dream come true.

A place where everyone is less blue.

But I could only dream of this place.

Because it's not real. Not a trace.