Diary of Dreams

Questions don't spare with thoughts

Give birth to a new world

Curiosity dies in echoes

Till your thirst is quenched



Mortal remains

Motionless silence

I bear this war

Reality takes shape

Child, thy will be done



This is me

It's me and my

Reality of mine



My veil in growing fear

To burst apart

Declare the war

But harmony preserved

Eyes are closed

But still see many things

So sentimental

Like a child



Scared to death

Without a single word

Reduced to the essential

Reality takes shape

Child, thy will be done



Reality takes shape

Child, thy will be done



This is me

It's me and my

Reality of mine