What dreams do come to those who sleep,
are they the sort, to make hearts weak,
Do they now, beneath the clouds weep,
or wander on in slumber beneath the sheets,
do they ever wish to wake before the dark deep fall can take them,
are they dreaming of better means,
to live their lives without deceit,
do they dream of courage when meek,
what visions do those who slumber see,
I imagine they dream to be free,
A bird above the clouds looking down....