It is my vivid emotions
It is my vivid imagination
Takes me away from this world
So much .. so much that there is no recognition
I tend to live in my head most of the time
I have great dreams and ambitions
That could be the envy of all
But following through is a big dedication.
My loving, forgiving, charming, endearing
Give my sweetest soul a great compassion
Tolerant through the people in the world,
I see roses are blooming in my little garden
Hope is a sugar-coated pill
Sweetly, and bitterly heal my passion
No prophecy can hold me back
I tend not to lean on any possible creations
So easy to get lost in this Dreaming Soul
Still lost, still love, still dreaming my dear
