Yeah I know I am a dreamer looking for hope
But without love where will I find the end of this rope?
Break me and patch me one more time
For I will let you do it again and again
I own a very powerful tool; imagination
Thinking about you is my only addiction
Its love that induces this eternal blindness
Just to find ways into the life’s wilderness
Searching for shadows in darkness,
Accepting this love in bleakness
Despite all the damage
I think about us; a never ending mirage
But tell me this;
dreaming isn’t its own form of courage?