She's the woman of my dreams,
she filled up all my empty screams.
Gave my world a shining light,
and end to my eternal night.
Each night I'd go to bed and lie,
and hope to watch my nightmares die.
But, in the night I'd often wake,
to feel my body softly shake.
So as one night I lay within my bed,
and demons span inside my head.
Within a world of ashen waste,
escape the world I tried with haste.
But not one exit could I find,
to escape the nightmares in my mind.
And near defeated by despair,
I saw a beauty standing there.
I looked upon this angels face,
with milk white flesh as soft as lace.
And looked upon her lips, blood red,
then wished her lips, my lips would bed.
Then deep brown eyes looked upon my own,
in beauteous eyes her soul was shown.
And framed about that face so fair,
were the silken locks of her brown hair.
So in my dreams us two did stand,
within an empty ravaged land.
She smiled and then she softly spoke,
and from nightmares world I thus awoke.
That day my fears were near forgot,
but the angel of my dreams was not.
So when I went to bed and slept,
A wish in heart for her I kept.
In dream I stood in fields of green,
my wishes call for her she'd seen.
For there she stood with gentle smile,
and there I watched in wonder for awhile.
In fields we'd wander endlessly,
or under forests eves we'd be.
In dreams we'd talk of times gone by,
In dreams we'd talk of times still nigh.
So there the futures plain to see,
each night, in dreams, she'd be with me.
But at the breaking of each day,
my angel dream would fade away.
Though was on day I saw her there,
with milk white flesh, and soft brown hair.
Dream no more for now was real,
and with real life my heart could steal.
So meet we did, and friendship grew,
but friendships all, and all that's true.
For in my dreams we love each other,
but in real life she loves another.