... Dream.

Under the twilight's waning hour,
I find my thoughts,
Filled with illusions of joy,
Illusions, of every colour,

It's okay to dream,

Under the swarthy canopy of the night,
I find my thoughts,
Ever so big, ever so gracious,
Ever so precious,

It's okay to dream,

Under the soft, velvety arms of rain,
I find myself thinking of you,
Knowing these thoughts won't ever,
Ever, be true, however,

It's Okay to dream,

As I lay, feeling the beating in my breast,
Broken, in the cold light of day,
My mind, broken from illusions,
Shattered from Loneliness,
I realize,

It's not okay to dream.