May 30th 2002
Thoughts of reality cloud the illusion of fantasies. Ceasing the dream to soar above the ground.
The dream dies when the spirit forgets to believe, forgets to hold onto what maybe.
Looking into a cracked mirror of you soul. Letting go of what is right from what is wrong. Casting all fears aside while learning to be one's self again.
Learning to let the past be dead is how we begin to live.
A spirit never dies as long as the fantasies eternally flow through the soul.
Need to hold and speak of light, thirsting for freedom while morals cease.
Now our thoughts begin to burn, we burned it down, let's rebuild again.
I woke up when every day was done....
but it's our turn now..........
Our turn to control the sun.
The dream dies when the spirit forgets to believe, forgets to hold onto what maybe.
Looking into a cracked mirror of you soul. Letting go of what is right from what is wrong. Casting all fears aside while learning to be one's self again.
Learning to let the past be dead is how we begin to live.
A spirit never dies as long as the fantasies eternally flow through the soul.
Need to hold and speak of light, thirsting for freedom while morals cease.
Now our thoughts begin to burn, we burned it down, let's rebuild again.
I woke up when every day was done....
but it's our turn now..........
Our turn to control the sun.