Cold is the heart,
that has seen the truth.
A soul that knows,
the game is played by the book.

For love is a lie,
created to shelter.
A mirage that hides,
the most masterful deceiver.

As she closes her eyes,
waits for the kiss.
Slowly, unknowingly,
is written her death-wish.

A curse is cast,
on the wisest of men.
As he foolishly trusts,
and his wisdom thus ends.

For the thief comes,
in the most bewitching disguise.
As you fall for his device,
a crafted demise.

Unfortunate are those,
who never find love.
And yet more unfortunate,
the ones that love finds.

Close your eyes,
feel me within.
Open them now,
and feel the wind.

Your dreams must be bizarre;
but mine isn't.
Mine's a life,
a sigh hidden.

Mine's a reality,
that's hard to face;
because it's still a hope,
it's meant to break.

It's a muddled puzzle,
an Angel's song;
the strange, dark night,
a fairy-tale gone wrong.

And yet in all it's sadness,
it has a never-seen beauty.
My dream fulfills me,
holds me with dignity.

It's a deceptive mirage,
coyly it beckons me,
into it's beautiful mysteries,
which leave me lonely.

Then you wonder,
why do I hold on?
It's just a dream,
then why go on?

But I smile at you,
and let you know.
Destiny gave me a chance,
to seek happiness and sorrow.

In this sorrow,
when I open my eyes;
I'll hold my dream,
I'll make it mine.

And for the time,
it briefly lingers;
I'll find my happiness in it;
to it I'll surrender.

And when the dream breaks,
I'll let it go.
So, it can liberate me,
after it made me whole...