The sky is amazing to my eye's with colors I have never seen, as if I was in a dream. This band of people run by my window singing songs of love and desperation, they are all dressed in white with smiles on their face's, this has to be a dream.
A path in the woods I find my-self walking on, mild breeze's sweep across my face like a gentle touch from my lover's hand, but I am all alone no one else is around only woods, not even any animal sounds, this must be a dream.
Your holding out your hand for me to grab hold of as I fall deeper and deeper down, I feel your strength pulling me up where was I going is all my mind was thinking, where is this place is it another dream or am I awake.