End of the Dream
I found a grave. Brushed off the face
Felt your light and I remember why I know this place
I found a bird. Closing her eyes
One last time.And I wonder if she dreamed like me
Well as much as it hurts, ain't it wonderful to feel?
So go on and break your wings! Follow your heart ‘til it bleeds!
As we run towards the end of the dream.
I’m not afraid. I push through the pain
And I’m on fire
. I remember how to breathe again.
As much as it hurts, ain't it wonderful to feel?
So go on and break your wings! Follow your heart ‘til it bleeds! ...