Dreams of Freedom

If I keep my eyes closed,
And fly on a fantasy,
A slumber so cold,
Will you reach out for me?

If I open my eyes,
And trip on reality,
Will you help me up?
Will you stand up for me?

If I'm ever blinded,
By the bright lights of authority,
Will you be my eyes?
Will you see for me?

That one small step,
That stride of mine,
Leaping over the edge,
For one last time.

But they hold me back,
These chains of lament,
My dreams of freedom,
Lasting but for a moment.

And as I look out of the window,
The world goes by so fast,
I've got to accept life again,
I think I'll start by killing the past.