To the dreamer who once was the dream,
with incomparable suffering the world has not seen.
A fire, a glint, a gleam in your eye,
A passion fulfilled with no time to die.
Where the bloodstone fields were your solace there,
And the autumn leaves did fall in your hair.
Through the winters cold, till arrival or spring,
No one knew of the dreamer dreaming the dream.

To the dreamer who once was the dream,
Whose love could eclipse the nights we’ve seen.
In tiring drudges, retaking your claims,
You forgot your umbrella and it’s starting to rain.
In the depth of the trenches on the war zone path,
The anger in your eyes showed it wouldn’t last.
And upon the armorments u did lean,
The lonely dreamer of the dream.

To the dreamer who once was the dream,
On starlit nights you lost your sheen.
Through morning light you did awake,
Unaware that it did break.
And though the days were slipping by,
Never did you think to try.
For your life is what you’ve seen,
The dreamer always lived the dream.
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