Dream Life

                                Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all, There are none to decline your nectar wine, But alone you must drink life's gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure  For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.

                                If you knock on my hear once You'll hear the hollow cries And the echoes of the whispers Of a girl who used to fly If you knock on my heart twice You just might hear the story Of a girl who loved the ones Who stripped her of her glory If you knock on my heart thrice You'll find out crumpled soul But do not be too upset If you cannot make it whole For there are so many people Who've torn me inside out And the ones who try to heal me Have there eyes etched with doubt I'm like a broken doll My only sounds are tinned And the badges of my solitude Over my chest they are pinned I know that I'm almost gone That my heart is like a grain But there's something you can do That'll make music once again Knock on it ten times more You'll hear the tune of a song Of a girl who loves to soar

                                                            I'm trapped inside a tower, I've been locked and lost the key, Now the darkness that creeps in at night, Is my only company, No-one tries to save me here, Since they can't hear my cries, I pass my days in solitude, Watch the world move on outside, This tower isn't very grand, It's really not the tall, But still I can't escape it, I can't break free at all, You can't see this tower, Juts believe it's there instead, Because my tower isn't made of stone, It's all inside my head.