Why don't I dream anymore?
Why of nightmares I have more?
I want my purple butterflies once more
I want my garden to dance in like before
Unlock the door and give me back my dreams
I want to know how to silence my screams
What are dreams made of?
Lost love, innocence, faith and trust. Was that the stuff?
Sleepless nights scared of another nightmare
Trying to find what I need to repair
Give me back my dreams like before
Take me back to my garden to touch my stream once more
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