The Dream Life

How do you know what is true
If love exists
Or the sky is blue
Maybe it really isn’t there
Just a dream we have yet to wake up from
Well I wouldn’t dare
Wake up from such a dream
It can be scary place this dream land of mine
I often hear screams
Of hopeless people who wander the streets
I often see death lying before me
Greedy people who can’t be beat
Although this land is filled with hate
I also tell you
There are a few things I think are great
I hear laughs of the old, and of the new
You tend to see smiling faces
Always looking back at you
The grass is green
The trees grow tall
It is things like these that like to be seen
The beautiful and the ugly work as a team
To make all you see
Seem like a dream
You may never know what is true
But who would want
To ruin the surprise for you?