“In my dreams; I run, I run far away… From all those thoughts, that leave me astray..
From all those I love, for whom I cry and pray…
In my dreams; I stop, I stop and reflect back… At all the broken pieces piercing through a sack..
At all the fallen leaves that wince and crack…
In my dreams; I run, I run to a mountain.. Nevertheless in vain..
There’s no running away, for it resides inside me,,
I tear apart my chest, and find a spark and pain…”