For Having Dreams

 

The world spins madly in its place
and with it takes the human race.
The price we pay for having dreams:
desperation and silent screams.

I hear it echoing inside of me,
the savage sound of destiny.

As days rush by, time disappears
into the haze of empty years.

The image kept, the memory,
hounds my footsteps doggedly.

The world spins 'round in starry space,
and with it goes the human race.

No end in sight, nowhere to stay,
and still more changes on the way.
The dreams are lost, and still we pay.
The world spins 'round... another day.