Dreams

Dreams

What are the made of

Who will let them free

The door that is locked

The letter that is sealed

The heart that is broken

The man walking in a minefield

His mind being silent

And body discraced

He was running away

With nothing to run to

No-one to long for

That was still alive

He was digging his own grave

Every night in his sleep

Waking up all alone

But at least no-one to worry for

Protection, what is that

Humanity when we fight like savages

Salvation, what can give us that

A place were kindness matters most of all

Most of all

Protection what is that

To open every single door that´s locked

How to re-start

With a key, an open mind and a beating heart

Beating heart

Dremas, it´s what Im weaving for you

Dreams, it´s what I want to give to you

Dreams that you can hold forever and ever

Dreams that can come true oh dreams that can come true