Where have you disappeared,
Fairy of The Dreams ?
'Am stranded with shadows behind
On this cold starless November night.
There are ghosts I sense in the scary folds,
Of ominous thoughts that fly me by.
And devils I hear whispering about,
Waiting to gather by my side.
Hope is threatening to run out, of it's
Last rays of comforting warmth
Faith pleads to rest a while, having
Carried my fears another day through.
Clamors peace this heart of mine, for
It has another sun's trail on way.
Blanket of your soothing arms
Sweet sounds of your late reprise
I strain to hear, I crane to see
O' The Angel of my Dreams.
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