In the desert of a dream.

In The Desert of a Dream

The paper hangs from the table edge
Its words being strewn across the floor.
The letters that our forefathers wrote
passing through our minds like the door.
Pushing through the red paper desert
just to find something in between.
I miss the elephant shaped pencil grip
and the image you were trying to write.
I miss the fun inside of the hope you left
now I only want what's right.

If I stood and tried to help you out
would it drag me off this sand?
If I listened to the waves as you cried
would it make you understand?
If your waiting for a light in the sky
I've seen the pain that it breeds.
Would you trust me if I refused your hand?
You'll find out what I mean.

The picture hangs from the attic wall,
its life fading from the frame.
The people in their finest clothes,
know their smiles wont remain.
Hidden in the words of the cross,
we could all find our names.
I know you want the best for yourself,
but how much are you willing to change?

When your stranded on the darkest of nights
when no eyes around you can be seen.
You look back to your own that you thought
that you thought had been deceived.
You can live with these amusements
you can allow them to conceive;
images of forests burning down
with your hopes amongst the leaves.
They never gave you an option
never taught you how to see.
Saying 'sink or swim' in the waves of the tide
and now you're drowning in the sea.

If I stood and tried to pull you out
would it drag me off this sand?
If I listened to the waves as you cried
would it make you understand?
If your waiting for a light in the sky
I've felt the pain it breeds
Would you blame me if turned my back?
You'll find out what I mean.