Dreamer Boy

Dreaming kills but it’s the only thing left.

The Dreamer Boy caught my heart,
When it was speeding like a dart,
In the palms of his soft hands.
He calmed this angry soul,
With his spirit so gold.

And in his pure untainted eyes,
Untouched by worldly lies,
I found sacred joy.
Oh, in this enchanted boy,
I saw the whole world.

He is the only temple I need
I am the only follower he heeds.
He is the truth I seek,
I am the words he speaks.

But what’s the Dreamer Boy to do?
When the sky so blue,
Fades and turns gray?
What does he do on that day?

Does he stop dreaming,
Or continue with his imaginings?
Does he stop trying,
And start crying?

The skies are bright and clear,
But I can still feel the rain.
There’s still so much fear.
And, oh, so much pain.

The Dreamer Boy is an oasis,
In this desert.
He offers pure bliss,
To those who hurt.

Yes, he caught my heart,
Speeding like a dart.