You may well cry and wipe your tears away,
Bleed may well you do till the finish of days,
You may possibly see and dream the bay
Of stones and shadows of sorrow these days.
You might see oneself once again
When days see dark and light sees the night,
You may well dream where dreamers start
To see you in their dreams at evening.
You might run to catch your thoughts,
You may perhaps hate with like in your eyes,
You may see dreams collide
You may well even see days begging for the night.
Could this dream I had tonight
Make some sense in your eyes,
I also am like you
Confused by my sight.