I had a dream,
'twas fascinating:
it was joy,
it was fear,
it was hope,
it was fun;
it was was every thought and feeling
all rolled into one

and now for some reason,
I've awakened,
and found myself still here,
still living in this wondrous world,
of hopes and joys and fears

And the wind still sings,
it sings to me,
it says, always whispering,
'life is but a dream'...

I surely pray,
through night and day:
I hope I don't wake up.