In our dreams we find a secret place
But why, I wonder, do they just slip away
As when dawn breaks and the world is cold and true
Our dreams vanish like the morning dew
Do our dreams avoid our grasp for a reason?
Is it just fate playing a game?
Are our dreams meant to fade
Into the silence of the shade
But even if our spirits are untouchable
They can lift our spirits, our hearts
So, our dreams may dance out of our view
But we live in hope that one day they may come true.