In my solitude I wake from my dreams.
It is the only time I can be me.
All I can hear are the voices that
Come from within.
Sometimes they sing me a lullaby, or at other times,
They play a song from a rock 'n roll band.
The planets and stars outside my window in the dark,
Early morning's sky
Seem to dance, as angels, in a circle around the moon.
I have never allowed myself to fall completely in love-
It was something I never was able to do, except in my dreams.
In my solitude, here
I live within my dreams.
In the winter deep into the night,
All that I can hear is the sound of a lone snowflake
Crashing against my windowpane.
In the summer late after twilight,
All I can hear is the whispering of thunder and
The gentle kiss of lightening atop every tree in the backwoods
Dancing in the wind.
I suppose if let myself I could fall in love
With the deer and t he fir trees in the back woods,
If I could only let my heart escape
From its spirit bound.
The deer and the evergreens in the heart of the woodlands
Belong in my dreams.
In my solitude way past midnight is when
I live within these dreams, and in these dreams
I dance in a circle with angels, around the moon,
Hand in hand with each and every star.
At daybreak I hear footsteps pounding upon the pavement outside my door.
There could be people talking, much less as the rain falls.
But in my home, my castle, my palace,
In my reverie I live.
It is when I wake from these dreams that I can be me,
But I soon and sadly find that it is only in my dreams,
That I can love, and that I can be me?
It is the only time I can be me.
All I can hear are the voices that
Come from within.
Sometimes they sing me a lullaby, or at other times,
They play a song from a rock 'n roll band.
The planets and stars outside my window in the dark,
Early morning's sky
Seem to dance, as angels, in a circle around the moon.
I have never allowed myself to fall completely in love-
It was something I never was able to do, except in my dreams.
In my solitude, here
I live within my dreams.
In the winter deep into the night,
All that I can hear is the sound of a lone snowflake
Crashing against my windowpane.
In the summer late after twilight,
All I can hear is the whispering of thunder and
The gentle kiss of lightening atop every tree in the backwoods
Dancing in the wind.
I suppose if let myself I could fall in love
With the deer and t he fir trees in the back woods,
If I could only let my heart escape
From its spirit bound.
The deer and the evergreens in the heart of the woodlands
Belong in my dreams.
In my solitude way past midnight is when
I live within these dreams, and in these dreams
I dance in a circle with angels, around the moon,
Hand in hand with each and every star.
At daybreak I hear footsteps pounding upon the pavement outside my door.
There could be people talking, much less as the rain falls.
But in my home, my castle, my palace,
In my reverie I live.
It is when I wake from these dreams that I can be me,
But I soon and sadly find that it is only in my dreams,
That I can love, and that I can be me?