Through the bleak windows of my mind
In a marble garden of falling snow
embraced within the shadows
beneath the trees
there lies a child
fast asleep
on a lonely journey
in a darkened dream
this child yearns for the day
when he shall awake
when he shall be free
to spread his wings
and learn to fly
away from this sleep
that most call life
in a garden of ice
beneath trees of sorrow
wrapped in the shades of sleep
a child dreams
He dreams of tomorrow
