The Dreamer

Close your eyes, see the past in my skies A once was, a never has been, shown to me as the earth spins the memories......oh how they linger dressed as fantasies, they make my burdens dimmer Close your eyes, see the future in my ground A soft touch, wet lips, where kisses make no sound the memories.....oh how they linger dressed as daydreams, they make my world clearer Close your eyes, see the present in the water The sanctity of family, the sins of the father the memories.....oh how they linger dressed as visions, I am the dreamer.