• This boy is familiar.
    But nothing seems to come.
    To me he is going to disappear from my sight.
    He is so kind, yet so warm as well.
    I can smell, see, feel, and hear everything.
    This can't be a dream.
    This can only be reality...
    I pray as I sleep.
    That i am awake, and that this is no dream.
    This boy, my soul.
    Can never be a dream...
    Unless....
    This is a living dream.
    My life.
    But it's so joyous and bright...
    I can only cry thinking it's all a dream...
    if thats true then...
    I want to stay in this...
    Living dream...