Waking up
Dreams are not what they seem
And I wander roads I haven’t traveled in years
And every heart I find is closed
Or mourning for its own losses
Reeling from its own hurts
In only mending am I broken
Waking up
Dreams are not what they seem
And I wander roads I haven’t traveled in years
And every heart I find is closed
Or mourning for its own losses
Reeling from its own hurts
In only mending am I broken