A thousand tears are falling down
From the ashes of this dead dream.
Never should I have been around
To witness the end of this stream.
Now, forever am I lost here
In this golden dreamy garden ;
I woke and dreamt in day-time fear,
Never to cast forth this burden.
As beautiful as life can be
Death is as bright as the sunlight,
The nightmare sets ; all can you see,
Forevermore in loving fright.
Fear not, embrace the eyes that come,
In night-time’s dawn, the dreams awake,
For the lonely and the lonesome,
Who hate this world, made for the fake.