With the wind I fly to the ends of perception,
And in fields of sorrow I reap my shadows.
In the darkness I hide with the fear of tomorrow,
And in my sleep I forget who I really am.
Weathered roads that lead home,
Skies that foretell a bleak end of time.
In the storm, a dark night when stars fall,
In the midst of burning stars I see you cry.
Walking towards you, all I know is what I feel,
My eyes fixed on you, your existence in the midst of raging war.
All I know is that you are every bit of memory I hold close to heart.
Wake me up when the smoke clears and the skies are blue again.
When I hold your hand, and everything feels right,
When I look into your eyes, and there's no  more stories of hurt.
When our minds can dream and live the dream.