When I go to sleep at night,
I dream of being happy...
I dream of being loved...
And I dream of him...
When I wake the next day,
All I remember from my dreams
Is the feeling of being safe and secure...
I don't remember who the gentleman is,
What he looked like,
Or eve what the dream was about...
For a while after I wake,
I still feel happy,
But then reality sets in,
And I know it was all just a dream...
Though the dreams are nice,
I wish they would go away...
For all they seem to be doing,
Is making me more depressed
Than I already am...