When I close my eyes,
The brightest colors arise
In my head, so bright-
You may say it’s a bit of a fright.
But at night what keeps me awake,
Is the voice I wish to partake.
Every night,
There is a fight
Between the world I live
And a world I wish to pave.
When I close my eyes,
The brightest color flies
In mind
And leaves me behind,
In a place I wish to parade
And never trade.
For it is a dream I...