Dream drops from our eyes
Suddenly it’s all darkness we see, guys and gals look for lost dream in another dream, then in another dream, and so on.
If we run out of dream,
We forget to scream!
I remember that
We sat down under an apple tree
While we’re watching white mountain,
Green lines from the cabin. You are so Devine In fine jewelry, I see
A fine flower vase wished by a pottery in the wood
Watching the sun going down, scream.