Truth cannot merely
Be spoken into existence
Without the equation
Of a believer multiplied
Ten times by foolish pride
Which potentially adds up to
A blurry distant shadow
In the darkness of one's mind...

I dreamed about love
so deep I cried

So beautiful and unattainable
Yet still I tried

I tried to hold on
As long as I could

Yet my dreams are so often
Misunderstood...

I've seen it
I've touched it
I've held it in mind
I lingered in that cave
And left the world behind

Until it occurs to me
That  living was the goal
To experience every bit
Of pain and pleasure
As I suffer growing old

And so I gather happiness
And store it in my soul
Right above my sadness
And a handful of woes...