Every dream was like a scream....

Every dream was like a scream,out of the heart,out of the zeal
   Was it a passion or the compassion,out of the love,out of the hate
  You were the story and i was the music!
  Mourning the past and clapping the future,
  Glory was the scene or brilliant were the themes?
  Something was missing but nothing was bleak!
Every dream was like a scream,out of the heart,out of the zeal..
Was it a passion or compassion,out of the love,out of the hate..
  Fear was the object,coloring the character!
  Blooming the stars and glittering the sky,
  Who was the actor and the creator?
  Mocking was crooking but nothing was repeat!
Every dream was like a scream,out of the heart,out of the zeal..
Was it a passion or the compassion,out of the love,out of the hate..
  Night was on hold,with anger and the sadness!
  Trimming the facts and slushing the hues,
  Mind played role or character with the secrets?
  Nothing was actual but was it the subject?
Every dream was like a scream,out of the heart,out of the zeal..
Was it passion or the compassion,out of the love,out of the hate..
  If you were the dreamer,with grace and the beauty!
  Meaning the death and creating the life,
Was it possible to be not on the sight?
Writing was not pure but lesson was its subject!
Every dream was like a scream,out of the heart,out of the zeal..
Was it a passion or the compassion,out of the love,out of the hate..
  Day was a shadow with a foil of the truth!
  Rising the hopes and drowning the sorrows,
  Concious of the liar or seeker of the truth?
  Everything was going to be bright and cool!
       This was the story of the one with the soul,
        Burying the ashes and turning into a rose,
        All day long lightening the mountains,
        Clearing the clouds and sprinkling the beads!
Every dream was like a scream,out of the heart,out of the zeal..
Was it a passion or the compassion,out of the love,out of the hate..
,,, By Alvinakhan