The only path leading home
One day, one ride
The only dream left to hide
My home is far, but rest in dreams lies so close
Right behind the one of thousands doors
Open the gates of Dreamworld
To take me back home
In the end of the day
Flying so far away
I lead you astray
Through the Hell to Heaven’s gateway
Lost paradise hideaway
Silently I called your name
One last cry, sharpest pain
Deep inside, in my heart
Every dream, every memory
Lost end of the same old story
Last resort lies in dear recall
Slowly mind draws that was always foretold
Whisper of wind I’ve sent to you
Enter this midnight’s blue
Hear my call, join the fall
Of my hoping soul
Dream with me, think of me
Remember the night we wished to feel
Perfect moment it had to be
It was always foretold
Through the dreams it was called
Hope of time and tide
Fallen for one last ride
No time left to cry
We have to fly
Away to the dreams of Dreamworld
To reality that was once foretold
Linlin's Poetry 