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I sit in my frozen palace

Feeding all of my broken steeds

Remembering repeated pasts

And all meaningless deeds

My ancient sword of confidence

Lies rusty cold and dull

but I can still hear the horns of battle

And can't resist their pull



Holding on to dreams

Is like counting tears in the rain

As hard as it seems

There is no way to skip the pain

Of waking in another dream



Trying not to dream again

Is like catching mist with your bare hands

And trying to learn not to believe in them

Like separating blood from sand

At the bottom of the sea



I spread my wings with eagerness

And try to catch the air

But impotence will strike again

Thought it may not be fair

How silly for a muman to

Keep falling hard for birds

To think the feeling's mutual

Is totally absurd



Holding on to dreams

Is like counting tears in the rain

As hard as it seems

There is no way to skip the pain

Just left of the center



Trying not to dream again

Is like catching mist with your bare hands

And trying to learn not to believe in them

Like separating blood from frozen sand

in the middle of the winter



But even as the mist slips thruogh my fingers

But even though only the pain lingers

But even as the tears are washed away

By the rain



I can't help but to dream again...