If Only I Could Dream
(1989)

Love is all but a dream
Dreams are all but fantasy
Fantasy can be love in disguise

We’re born to die
We die to live
If I could only grasp
What life has to give

If one could only imagine
The dreams that I seek
The ones everlasting
The ones dark and bleek

For my soul wanders
Forever on foul play
If I could only take
What others easily may

If you look down deep
All that you will see
Is the true blackened spot
That was never meant to be

Now that I lay here
In my terminal sleep
I pray someday
Others may take what I cannot keep

Our lives are a looking glass
For all authority to flood
The leaders of our nations
Are only out for blood

Where will I go
Where will it end
Where will this lead

I could tell you ...
If only I could dream.

Jer OC © 2002, Metalwood Inc.™ since 1988