Crying a Dream
Cry a dream,
a dream for me.
Cry till you see through,
and realize the truth.
Cry a dream for me,
and soon you will see.
I was not the one for you,
yet I am lost in the dream.
I am the dream that fell through,
The dream we both had, me and you.
I am all the remains inside the dream that you forgot,
Lost in this reality and forgotten from the plot.
I have died and my soul is free,
And I roam in this dream trying to see you and me.
Yet there is no you and no me,
And black decayed is all I see.
There is nothing left inside,
Nothing left alive that didn’t die.
Yet I remain in spirit in this dream,
Waiting for your return to rescue me.
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