It comes to me in twilight,
As i close my eyes to the world.
Half-awake, half-asleep,
I think of simpler days
Of past and future tenses.

I remember days of easy contentment.
Nothing expected, nothing regretted.
All but were Hopes and Dreams,
And all painted the future
So bright and clean.

I think of future days,
Of how my life's supposed to be.
My house, my family, my children, my wife,
And as i look upon my future,
The face i see is yours.

Yours is the hair i run my fingers through,
Yours are the hands that i hold,
Yours are the arms that wrap tightly around me,
Yours are the lips that i kiss softly,
Ours are the children we will bear together.

But as dawn nears and the twilight fades,
The light crackles in as it shatters through the window.
It steals away the Hope and leaves me with Regret.
As your face slowly fades away,
I am left only with a faint memory of M y D r e a m .