(Composição: Jim Matheos) From sleeping visions Daily were torn In waking hours Hopes our forlorn. Is all we do and all we dream doomed to drown in a hopeless stream? Wishing life were made of lasting visions in eternal sleep And if that rest were filled with sorrow still we'd sleep. In the madness of a silent eternity We'd find solace in False visions that protect us from reality. Enter ivory gates through midnight skies Daylight dreamers in private parades Perform before perpetual dawn As dusk engulfs the gate of horn. Ivory towers appear beyond the gate Invisible fortresses of escape Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and fears Impervious to reality
