• To dream is to wake
    And to wake is to dream
    To wake in a land full and bright
    Where butterflies fly high with might

    Then to wake among a screeching sound
    To rush around; thought unfound
    To wish away this dreadful place
    And to imagine your prince face to face

    To escape poverty and fear
    To rush into glory with your spear
    Everyday is the same
    Riding on a workers train

    Everyday is filled with colors
    As you play with your sisters and brothers
    And, as many things do
    It all comes to an end

    To die a workers death
    Or live an angel's breath
    But this knights will dies down
    As his charming heart beats with no sound

    To dream to wake or wake to dream
    Reality, is not what it seems