In the darkest hour, when the world's unkind,
I find solace in the portal, the one I leave behind,
As I lay to rest, escaping reality's seams,
I journey to a realm, where I'm free from my shattered dreams.
As morning's light dawns still I wake, from my reverie,
But the fragments of my dreams, they still cling to me,
I sense their essence like I failed to keep my breath along the strength and hope I once was carrying.
In this ethereal realm, I'm the author of fate,
Where limitations deny a world of phantom and rage,
I paint the sky with my soul, and dance on silveric streams,
At least I find the right to feel and be the hero of my own dreams.
As morning's light dawns still I wake, from my reverie,
But the fragments of my dreams, they still cling to me,
I sense their essence like I failed to keep my breath along the strength and hope I once was carrying.
Shattered Dreams