Dreamland's wreck

Some said the day was bright

But no light there was in my sight

Oh the peace-wrecking bawl I hear

Of throbbing pain and dripping tear

Before I could process, fell in the night

For a doze, tried I, with all my might

Louder became that squeal of fear

Farther I ran, more I drew near

Took me not a shake to win the fight

Drowned I, asleep, into the bottom of the night

Popped up a land so familiar

Of authentic splendor, that to me was once dear

The tick I believed my haters right

Was when this world ran out of sight

Broken was I learning it never was there

In front of me stands it , now , letting me stare

It took, like this , a night

To design this world of light

STOP! Lost in my world, do I now hear,

Oh that squealing screech of dread and fear?

Everything though wrong looks right

In this world lacking strokes of plight

Not a cry of anguish do I hear

Truly a land of my design , I swear!

To my woe, faded away that quick sight,

The darkest day rose from the brightest night,

A sound of shatter and pain did I soon hear,

The wrecking of the kingdom that to me was once

Dear..