It's time to wake up...
Mom, I've had the most amazing dream, you were there and so were my brothers
Somehow I was carrying the dream in my hands, making my way up the mountain
I tripped and we dispersed
I chased my dream down the mountain, examining the cuts and the cracks on its rolling form, I found someone to blame
()
I don't understand if all these dreams are myself reminding me of where my place is to be
I found my dream amidst a crowd, pointing fingers they had found the culprit
I obeyed, enraged, and listened to them say...
"Take him down to the river make him cry, make this foolish boy cry..."
I told him to meet at the bridge and he said that he'd been waiting.
There were people on either bank screaming "DIE," and "CRUCIFY" but we just left them there
We left him there
()
I wake up and look toward the stars, and trace my hands over the scars
I wonder if they're better kept to myself.
I let the constellations speak...
Speak to me.
You swore you believed in this dream too. I can't believe it's broken. Can I live with this
Can I forgive him? Can I remember the end? What the hell can be learned from this but to grow together and forget a friend?
Wading through the changing of tides, I often felt the trek was far too arduous. But everytime I look toward the sun or into our tired eyes, I find the strength to climb this mountain.
We've found a new way, without the selfishness. I greet the new day.