Dreams
"We are all arcticans by night
inside us is the power
the power to inspire
to beliveto love
and to desire
Some hearts are cold
These hearts sleep alone
Some bleed with warmth
These hearts are the angels
Sometimes my heart
Still dreams of you
You feel me too
Let the rennaissance take you
Take you across the savannahs of your desire
Floating above the reality you once loved
Escaping
we are all arcticans by night
inside us is the power
the power to inspire
to beliveto love and to desire
Wake and you will be new
Your clouds will clear and
it will be seen
What you truely believe
this is you
renewed"
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
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