Through the corridors of sleep

Past shadows dark and deep

My mind dances and leaps in confusion

I don't know what is real

I can't touch what I feel

And I hide behind the shield of my illusion

The mirror on my wall

Casts an image dark and small

But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection

I'm blinded by the light

Of God, and truth, and right

And I wander in the night without direction

No matter if you're born

To play the king or pawn

For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow

So my fantasy becomes reality

And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow