Reality Of Mine — Diary of Dreams

Questions don't spare with thoughts Give birth to a new world Curiosity dies in echoes Till your thirst is quenched

Mortal remains Motionless silence I bear this war Reality takes shape Child, thy will be done

This is me It's me and my Reality of mine

My veil in growing fear To burst apart Declare the war But harmony preserved Eyes are closed But still see many things So sentimental Like a child

Scared to death Without a single word Reduced to the essential Reality takes shape Child, thy will be done

Reality takes shape Child, thy will be done

This is me It's me and my Reality of mine