Hope Sand Dreams (1994)

I think about many things.
Dreaming is a philosophy.
When things go right, I know
Dream unites with reality.

I've spoken words like razors
Cutting deep into emotion.
Bred hate in minds seeing love,
Rejecting my human affections.

I've loathed those against me.
Detested them for their ways.
Feelings of hatred and anger,
From ones once of friendship and praise.

I long to end all this conflict,
As times fuse burns to the end.
The fire burns deep inside me.
Heals wounds that time will not mend.