Why am I here?
Where is my home?
I feel like standing,
on a peaceful type floor,
I looked to the North,
And guess what I saw,
Angels from heaven,
Coming from town,
They are flying towards me,
Gracefully with glee,
Waving at me,
And started to scream,
Then came a devil,
Who wants to get me,
But then I woke up,
And thats just a dream.
A dream is so powerful,
Not stronger than us,
It'll give us little shocks,
But you'll just wake up,
So what do you learn,
from nightmares and stuff?
Just enjoy the dream,
If not hurry,
Wake up..
