This Dream

Don't wake me. I'm quite fond of this dream.

I'm a hero. I'm a damsel. I'm a loving queen.

I'm the dragon and the fire, the sword's gleam.

Please, don't wake me and break my wings.



I'm the jester. I'm the knight.

I'm the smile. I'm the fight.

I'm the angel. I'm the fall.

I know about it all.



I'm the apple. I'm the tree. I'm the drifting little leaf.

I'm the ground. I'm the sky. I'm the head that's up to high.

I'm the breeze. If you please, let me raise you up to reach.

I'm the cliff that's a little steep. I'm the one that's in too deep.



But I'm strong.

I've been the muscle all along.



I'm the body. I'm the soul. I'm the midnight vigil.

I'm the lost. I'm the found. I'm the world renowned.

Most of all, I'm the one to call to deal with it all.



So, please, don't wake me from this dream.

It's the best I've ever seen, the best I've ever felt.

It's the highest I've ever flown without being thrown.

This dream I have of me keeps me emotionally free.