I am dancing with a soul that's not my own;
we are drifting over clouds of stories untold.
Loving, Breathing, and Dancing
in a timeless fantasy of you and me.

The soul's home, a dark place with stories untold,
with doors and rooms yet to be owned.
Locked, Dark – every window boarded tight
by fear and hate, powerless to be right.

My home is a bright place with one need:
an owner to awaken from dreamless sleep.
I am drowning of the sleepless dreams of desire
with a whisper that I am merely dreaming

I am dancing with a soul that's not my own
who's home is a dark place with stories untold.
Yet we could wrestle, fight, and tumble
so that the window of your closed eyes can open.

See my eyes
See my home
See me dreaming
See beauty
See what could be we.