Dreamers Gone

Where have all the dreamers gone,
from ageless
years and years ago.
The beauty of the child's
face resting on the feather-
down pillow has been
long
burned away from the french lace.
Where have the
dreamers gone,
the ones that showed us
our heart's desire through
endless murk
of doubt
dread and fear? Where
have all the dreamers gone,
their faces are vacant from
the indentations of
the pillow-case,
finged with white french lace.

Lay with us here on our
stoney beds all
lined up row-by-row.
The night is gone and the
shadows rose up to greet us
as we came into their
Lord's demense.
The sleepers lie in His
hallowed walls, but where
do the dreamers lie?
They lie within the vaulted
chambers four.

Follow me through the
bolted door
and I'll show you the
world within your
soul.
Where have all the dreamers gone,
from their plots of earth.
In death are we all equal
bred and tall
like the world before our fall.

Where have all the
dreamers gone,
they live in you and I,
and if we remember
our dreams,
we'll give them
life anew.