The Wake Of Reality

My soul had a dream last night,
Whilst lying on my battered bed.
It dreamt of things I’d never done.
It dreamt of things I’d never said.
It brought me to lands far off,
To find just what my future sees,
But spent its time rewriting hymns,
Of its unfinished symphonies.
For The Wake Of Reality,
It took its time to raise its head,
To raise my soul, raise my heart to
Make sure it did not raise the dead.
From here to hell, I shall stand.
Promise these dreams to stay away.
They gave me nothing – no hope.
But from here to hell’s a long, long way.
So let me give my simple soul this,
Little prayer for a tepid heart.
- Not to think of then again,
- And not to force my soul apart.

For that dream was a nightmare,
It gave me nothing to cherish.
Took the sun and gave me rain.
Then took away my golden wish.

For The Wake Of Reality,
Has told me where to go with pain.
For The Wake Of Reality,
Has taught me how to walk with rain.