Enveloped In A Sentiment,

A Sound That Rushes Over Me.

Engage An Impulse To Pretend

I Have A Faith As Pure.

Not Forgetting What It Means To Dream.

Indulging Everything.

Entertaining Thoughts That I've The Strength

Of Those I Yearn To Be.

Cheers And Tribute Greet The Saviours.

Reckless Thoughts Survive.

Anachronistic And Impulsive.



And What Will Happen?

Will I Dream?

I Am Too Scared To Close My Eyes.

For A Second Please Hold Me.

None Can Change In Me These Things That I Believe.

But I Don't Know What Happens Now.

I Am Too Scared To Close My Eyes.