All that I do tends to turn out the same my intentions
are good yet they
get twisted by the pain
when will I see trough the dark mists of sleep will I
break free from the
veils of deceit
My vision fails each time I try to see
beyond the walls i've made in my mind
My vision fails altough I try to be a man
who's not afraid of sreams
Dawn comes again to erase the mists of sleep and I
know what is real
when the day breaks the seal