He doesn't know what to say
And usually he find something quick and witty
When he's  with her he can feel the clouds disappear
And it makes him wanna smile
But then smacked by reality that its a dream
A part of mind that puts him at rest for once
A restless soul he is but don't say
Night he must stay in
Otherwise he'll be cut down from his roots
He knows its not fair and that  it's  life
How people take what they can
And run with what's closest
Every night he goes to sleep hoping he took to much mental NyQuil
Finally be at rest
A mind state that he can say he appreciates
But he's the night
A humble warrior who suffers with quiet scars
A tear roles down his face
I wake up
To find out it was me