• Only while I lay in my lonesome bed
    In my quite naïve home
    With sleep caressing my wore to the bone body
    Only then can I feel what people call dreams come true
    Only there have I done what I dreamed of in life
    In only the stream of my mind
    Won’t my dreams come to comply
    The fault lies on my shoulders
    Heavy and cold like a mangled boulder
    I can only imagine
    I can only Hope
    I can only dream

    Of my dream come true