Dream land

Prologue

inside my heart another world does surely lay

a place that would hold no meaning in this world of gray

but my heart is another being independent of me

close your eyes, open your hearts and then you will see

inside my loneseome heart of clay

1

my heart is like an open moor on a stormy day

looking at the pouring rain, watching as they play

wetting all the leaves and grass with their lofty joy

this moor it seems has become their one and only toy

this moor, my lonesome heart of clay

2

but this pouring rain does make me happy in a strange way

my heart, this open moor where this lofty rain does lay

I feel like everything I wanted in this place might be

everything, everything that I could or could not see

peer into my lonesome heart of clay

3

this rain that pours in my heart ne'er does go away

it just pours on and on, like an ocean as it may

slowly drowning all my troubles as much as it can

with a melancholy wind that blows like a drifting fan

in my lonesome heart of clay

4

but still I have to wake from my heart and start my earthly day

read and learn such silly things, listen to everyones boorish say

but my heart this open moor is where I still belong

oh how I long to go back there and continue this drab song

of my lonesome heart of clay

5

but still that cant stop me from comparing this world where I play

to the open moor in my heart, that lonesome heart of clay

from that open moor should I run or should I return

this unanswered question makes my mind ache and burn

alas my lonesome heart of clay

6

even though it is inviting that moor in everyway

is it where I truly belong this I cannot say

for even though this world may be oh so dreary

and maybe it is drab and even a little weary

is it worse than that moor in my lonesome heart of clay

7

I once again visit the moor where the rain does lay

ah that playful rain I watch as it does play

then it cuts me like a knife but now the magic's gone

and now I feel, no I am, so, so very much alone

in this my lonesome heart of clay

8

now I know that doubt holds no meaning, holds no say

in this moor, in my heart where the rain used to play

since now all the magic's gone because of this doubt

that I felt and still do, oh I am such a lout

its gone, the moor in my lonesome heart of clay

9

I had finally found a place where I belonged in every way

a place where life was jolly, so happy and so gay

but it was not meant for a mortal like me

I am filled with so much strife I cannot let it be

I cannot live without my moor in my lonesome heart of clay

END