Dreams compose upon imagination – enchanted
Yet some aren't privileged, sweet dreams not granted

Such is the tale of the one I love most
****** to be haunted by her past's ghosts

These nightmares are reminders of who controlled you
But the past can no longer hurt so long as I hold you

Your sleep, resting peacefully is our highest goal
And safety, the gateway, you granted as my role

I look forward to the day I can make you see
The time for hurt is over, just dead memories.