When my dreams end

What lies over a rainbow...
That catches our soul...

What does the voice in the wind have to say...
To bring you wondering each passing day...

Why does your reflection shimmer in a churning stream...
Making you wonder if life is nothing but a dream...

And perhaps that's all life really is, a dream.
Because things never really stay what they seem.

Like grains of sand...
Slipping through a grasping hand...

You just can't seem to hold onto them.
Like light slowly leaving, and making a room dim.

And if life is nothing but a dream then what shall happen when it dies away.
Fading like a flower when the autum night takes over its summer day.

What shall happen when my dreams end...
Shall another start, and I just mend?

Or perhaps I will give in and just die.
Taking my last breath as a long sigh.

Oh, what shall happen when my dreams depart?
Shall I then just wither away and fall apart?

And gasp a long cry into the nocturnal air as the moon gazes down upon my poor, dying soul.
Watching me wither, and to end all, dying like flames upon a single piece of coal.

Why must it be this way?
Why must I end my day...

Oh, I hope and I so desperatly plead.
That this dream to not let me bleed.

To hold onto me.
And let me see.

My life, my dream...
My reflection... in the stream...