I am just a dreamer
A walker stumbling toward an everlasting feeling called "Hope"
I am a sleeper
A creature that neglects those deep and dark Decembers to a simple shroud of snow
I am a soldier
The spark that lights my own simple roads
With the sanctuary of a simple neon light
I spoke to myself in cautious tones
I answered with no regrets
I am a thorn that grows outside the rose
And every time I hold that rose
It seems I only felt those thorns
I am just a dreamer
And this is just a dream.
