This dream of mine...

I open my eyes
and find myself crying
awaken from a dream
that I already miss.

A tender voice is calling
whispering my name
from a long distance
far inside a dream

I hate the light
and the image it brings
it burns my eyes
'coz is not a dream

But in each tear
a memory fades
so I mustn't cry
To keep it inside

T h i s d r e a m o f m i n e . . .