The Waking Dream
by TacomaSquall

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I look at my homeland,
As I stand onstage, alone – They ask me to redeem it – To bring hope back with my songs.
 
How can I bring hope
To anyone, to anywhere?
I, whose father betrayed
The hope and faith he once held.
 
Hesitant, I begin the story.
A lost mariner am I,
Cast upon Marbule’s shore By the storms of war.
 
The chords I play, trembling – Trying to win Zelbess’ favor. My role’s trepidation masking. The doubts that are gripping me.
 
Disjointed, discouraged, I halt.
Faith seems to desert me.
All I have is the role – My father, when once he believed.
 
I lose myself in the music,
As he did before me.
I try to bring it to life,
A cry to the heavens above.
 
From the depths of despair,
My voice cries for surcease.
The music sweeps me away -
The answer to my real and feigned prayers.
 
So long as there are dreams – Hope will live forever.
Not all dreams are nightmares – And we choose which ones to follow.
 
We are the magical dreamers,
Blessed with the ability
To bring our dreams into life – If we but keep the faith.
 
The music is ecstasy.
I realize I have succeeded.
For one shining moment – Our dream truly was life.

~Fin~