Dreams,
A shattered mirror eclipsed
By thoughts of ravens crashing,
And tears that flow in rivers of red.
I never thought I'd know better,
Never thought I'd want more than that.
But now I believe that I deserve better
And that there is more to this
Than the fear of the blood
And the bold cries of raven tears.
There was never another hope for me,
Never another love,
But here I stand on the brink of epiphany,
Loving none other and needing only one.
Here on the verge of the mountain cliff,
Awaiting a drop that's both beautiful and devastating,
I've learned that this is but a dream,
A cold and distant mirror of reality.
