sometimes is hard to breath
sometimes is hard to see
breath air so thick
the smoke from the burned dreams
of you and me
make this air unable for breath
the souls of the haunting dreams
still whisper and fly around
into your mind through your body
you feel a cold breeze in your bones
a chilling breeze right through your spine
see images of them all around
but in the end they are just that, images
like most oasis you see in the desert
so does them are optical illusions
your mind plays tricks on you
let it happen though
cause in the end
the souls are talking to you
the dreams are still burning
souls asking for your help
and dreams remain
till they finally turn to ashes
till they finally turn to ashes
till then they ll be burning non stop
and then the souls come back
they ll be haunting your eyes
and play with you mind
till you finally make peace with them
just listen to them for once and realize
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