Dreaming
In 1981 when I was but a child
I had the strangest dream
Something that still is haunting me
Dreaming
A ray escaped my window blinds, a carrier of the morning light
I opened my eyes
My clock was keeping time
It was another normal day
I thought I was awake
Dreaming
The undead keep dreaming
My face! When I looked at the mirror
I felt somesthing was wrong
A strange thought in my head: Am I really awake?
The undead keep dreaming
I found myself again in bed confused by what occured
And everything as usual just seemed to be in place
But when I questioned what I felt, in front the mirror black
The comfort of the morning light was stolen from my heart
In agony I tried to leave this dream and just awake
But on and on I found myself returning in my bed
I lost the count of times I tried and failed to reach the day
And even now I am not sure if I am here awake
The undead keep dreaming
