In the dream we find it harder to stay, in the world all we see is pain. We are the dream makers, the hands of fantasy. We build the castles in the sand, and watch the sea wash away the things created by mans hand.
We know the truth, we find the peace, and in the lost we see the found. We are the people of the forever, and the takers of the nightmares and givers of fantasy. The ones who take the pain of lose, and bring the joy of life.
We are the hope of tomorrow, we are the children of today, the seeds of yesterday.
