• How very much like a dream
    My reality has always seemed
    To live my life to a dreamers content
    The countless wake less nights I've spent

    To sing and cry and not forget
    To find the one I long for, yet
    I find no muse in the emotion lost
    Was it worth to me the amount it cost

    In new worlds eye I quietly seek
    To change the components I've found weak
    To hold perception and my heart in one hand
    With the world at my feet I choose to stand

    With words or swords a martyrs born
    The golden path the martyr has sworn
    To Lead us through an era new
    This his fate he was born to do

    Know the person chosen for magnificence
    because their futures have been taken hence
    But on this golden path of strife
    Comes the miraculous Journey through life.