also frightened

venture my way into the dark

where we can slip; one takes one by the hand

let them crawl into the logs that dam

brown changed the hue of her pen

excited and screaming

their voices go wild

and rise with the birds mating up in the pines

down to puddles that breathe

covered by leaves

with mud they'll make prints on their backs

but how?

will it be just like they're dreaming?

will it be just like i'm dreaming?

will it be just like they're dreaming?

will it be just like i'm dreaming?

but how?

if they're awake till the dawn

well we won't

fret that they don't have our eye

the ghosts came crowding around and then i

woke

you slept there on your side

from our window

two lanterns draw signs on the night

and light our two shadows

i watch with delight

will i want them to be who they will be

or to be more like their dad?

but how?

will it be just like they're dreaming?

will it be just like i'm dreaming?

will it be just like they're dreaming?

will it be just like i'm dreaming?

when influence is threatened

maybe i should let them

maybe we should let them

and i have a question: are you also frightened?

no one should call you a dreamer

not now!