The Dream

Blood running down his face is white somewhere a clown has left the light Looking at the sea with mind at ease being seen by his fright Follow the sun wait for the hour to come a future bright and gone Leaning gently at her face holding a hand In this longing for eternity and hopeless love Blood running down his face is white somewhere a clown has left the light Rest behind the ruin of fear silent as the darkest night Flowing on the beach as a feathered bird reaching out for some food Leaning gently at her face holding a hand In this longing for eternity and hopeless love