She is the Dreamer
Kill the horror of the past
Break the terror made of glass
End the sadness make it pass
For the lady that I love
I'll hold her close and tenderly
Give her flowers, land and trees
I'll take her to the sounding sea
And love her all my life
Feel my comfort see my dream
Find the tender midnight streams
I know these places are your dreams
Live this passion now
Lift your face to feel the warmth
Raise your hands up to the sun
Weave a dream surpassed by none
Dear lady that I love
I thought the dreams I dreamed were mine
I thought the life I lived on the line
I thought the soul of me was fine
Dear dreamer it was you
© Paul Viel 2001
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