My eyes see the pictures
They do not want to be closed
As sharp as razor blades
Piercing into my heart
They can see my heart
Or is my heart that sees them?
It's uncertain which part it is
But somewhere from the inside
I can't stop myself from dreaming.
My eyes are widely open
No glimpse of sleep in sight
Yet the bed is near
It doesn't feel like I've been working
It has nothing to do with the clock
For it's another time in this view
This is a different world
Filled with hope, faith and love
I'm awake and dreaming.
Even as my body suffers
That its fat shrinks and shreds
No amount of food is enough
To quench this kind of hunger
I'm hungry, if not starving
For a place, a thing, or something
Can't eat, can't rest, can't sleep
I'm awake and dreaming
I'm awake and dreaming
Here I am writing this
Not knowing where tomorrow leads
So I try to understand
Why am I not satisfied yet?
Oh! My eyes, my heartWhy am I not satisfied yet?
I should call it the eyes of my heart
They keep seeing, never stop seeing
I'm awake and dreaming.
The set time will come
When that which I see happens
When my hunger be satisfied
And my heart at ease
And my heart at ease
I will eat, I will rest, I will sleep
For He who keeps my dreams
Neither sleeps nor slumbers
He's working, performing and perfecting
I'm awake and dreaming.
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