I had a dream we were in a war.
but then I realized it wasn't a dream anymore.
I begged and cried as you held your sword.
We can't go back to the way it was before.
If we fight this, do we have a chance?
If we go to war, where do we stand?
If we run, will we die with in a glance?
I had a dream we were in a better place.
We were kept away and we were safe.
But really we were just avoiding the flames.
