Come my dreams,
come find my lowered head
for I'm growing old
old and weary.
I can no longer search for you
as I once did.
So many battles, so many failures
have sapped my courage
to fact these impossible odds.
Once I was strong
and traveled my life's path with
a confident and poweful step.
Once I would shake my fist
and threaten all that would oppose me.
I would be happy and find my dreams.
But now I am done.
I can't bear anymore burdens.
I can travel my path no more.
So come to me my sweet dreams,
please come to me.
Come find me with broken eyes
and tired heart.
Come find me and embrace
this wounded man
like a newborn to a mother's breast.
Hold this once proud warrior,
rock me and ease my pain.
I plea to you,
don't let this long journey end
with me becoming just
a forgotten name.
