Dreamer

If our eyes are windows to the soul,
Then through mirrors our homes watch us grow old,
Seasons of winter rain and summer fire,
We dance in the hope of the morning sun,
Only to crash in the midnight come undone,
When nothing ever changes but the hours ;

We stare into a darkened face,
Worn by despair and betrayed by faith,
Beautiful as tomorrow but just as tired,
We bleed sorrow into needful hands,
It flows like a river down the drain,
Tears cold as ice and blue as desire ;

Make a promise on a wishing well,
"Love and peace" is a fantasy that is easy to sell,
The years waste away in that denial,
Moments of happiness
Hung around your neck like a noose until the drop box fell,
Then once again stands the angel defiled ;

Deceiver...innocent dreamer,
We know all the happy endings are lies,
Schemer...foolish believer,
We know every smile is just an invitation to cry,
Redeemer...there is no such creature,
How we suffocate in tombs of rooms on fire,
Dreamer...what price freedom,
No song is sweeter than a promise sung by a lair ;

A survivor knows...
How that secret goes ;

Ashamed to look yourself in the eye,
Are you really sorry that you gave it one more try,
Resisting a bitter heart found crucified,
You are scared of that bitter place,
Where you will grow old alone and vanish without a trace,
There is no choice
But to pick up the pieces and try to fly;

You will offer up that broken heart,
Stitched together with hope and worn out parts,
A diamond in the rough for deserving eyes,
That mirror still tells no lies,
It has seen you for better and worse…
It has watched you survive,
The reflection of a worthy prize I hope they someday realize ;

To give it one more try
A survivor knows
How this secret goes
Ignore the question
Resist the answer
If you accept the truth
It is really over ;

Deceiver....innocent dreamer,
We know all the happy endings are lies,
Schemer...foolish believer,
We know every smile is just an invitation to cry,
Redeemer....there is no such creature,
How we suffocate in tombs of rooms on fire,
Dreamer...what price freedom,

No song is sweeter than a promise…
Sung by a lair :