A Dream

Even though my eyes may decieve me,
and my heart may lie to me,
I don't want to wake from this dream.
A love so innocent and so sweet
that blossoms like a beautiful rose.
A dream, a fairytale that won't come true.
A bittersweet lie, a wish upon a star.
The cure for a lonely, forgotten heart.
Don't open your eyes just yet.
Love this dream, this faceless dream.
Wish with all your might that
someday soon that faceless dream
will be replaced with the real thing.
But for now, my lonely heart,
keep decieving me just a little longer.