shevenal take 2-between the buried and me
my head will not rest on this pillow
as it's gripped in my arms tonight like reality, too tight
if a dream could last forever
i would hold you here
time need not freeze i need not fear
this world inside
is the world i have longed to find
and i will not be afraid to love
i will not be afraid to lose what i once deprived myself of
my tear drops have salt stained this pillow
as it's loosened from my weakened clutch
by the sun's light, too much
there's a hope today
that i'll find a way to make
this dream of life is real to me
sometimes i run and sometimes i crawl
sometimes i fly and sometimes i'm gonna fall
but this dream of mine will not change at all
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