Memory Garden - Dream Horizons

Rest your head and close your eyes
When the dream starts your problems fly
Like a never ending floating stream
You await the exciting dream

To a world of wishes and horrors
Where laughter can turn to sorrows

When the light of the night
Can be so warm and bright
It might be drenched in red
When you wake you wish you were dead

Strangled in a solid iron chain
A harvest of a burning pain

Some of us will slowly awake
Some will the grim reaper take