In My World of Dreams

In a world of death and echoing silence,
Dreams begin to fill my head.
Of death, and of violence,
And falling asleep in a soft bed.
I lie awake and remember the days,
My life felt like it wouldn't end.
While I weave through this transit maze,
My mind begins again to mend.

In a world of dreams and echoing silence,
Dreams begin to fill my head.
Not of death, Not of violence,
But of things i wish I'd have said.
When it was all said and done,
I lie awake remembering the times.
When all I did was run,
And didn't work for things I'd find.

In a world of lies and echoing silence,
My days here are at an end.
Yes, I, I was a tyrant,
But only now, my mind begins to bend.