If these are the things that Dreams are made of Why don't I dream anymore I'm in the garden All the trees bear fruit I have to pick them before they fall I finally grab one I hold it in my hand I open it up

All that I want is one who knows me A kind hand on my face when I weep And I'd give back these things I know are meaningless For a little fire beside me when I sleep My friend, come stand beside me Lately, I'm feeling so lost A flood came and washed the

I wanna dream Leave me to dream But life ain’t what it seems Oh everything’s a mess And all these sorrows I have seen They lead me to believe That everything’s a mess But I wanna dream We all are living in a dream,