My Dream

My pen refuses to write, my hand denies my right...
Feeling is my sin, my sin is my light...
After that my dream, I burried last night...
It suits me no more, it made them uptight...

My dream of her, she is dressed in white...
She is reaching to me, I am blinded by fright...
She is calling my name, I am screaming in spite...
Suddenly I'm touched, suddenly it's bright...
I open my eyes, i'm standing in site...
My left arm is numb, a letter in my right...
' Dream on my dear, dream on and fight...
Someday you will, someday you might '....