I’ve seen life through angel’s eyes
I was spoon fed on religion
And I’ve been down where demons hide
But I’ve got my own opinions

Word’s are often lost
When you don’t know what to say
And people tend to listen
When you turn to walk away

I’ve got a million faces
That turn sunshine into rain
And all the things that wash away
Can’t wash away the pain

So I wake up late at night
When I only want to dream
And all the nightmares left inside
Are still left inside of me

And so I dream when I can dream
And hide from all the rest
But life goes by and its time to fly
When you’re pushed out of the nest

© 9/11/1997
William Grant Preston

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