Nightmares and dreamscapes

actually a song. but ill put it up as a poem. This rhymes sometimes.

Inside my endless dream,
my heart runs wild through the fields of the dawn, in my mind.
Wondering when this dream will end,
I will brace my self till then.
Inside these nightmares,
the one thing that keeps me alive,
comes from what I bear,
inside the depths of my mind.
Follow the river's edge until you find,
all the things that have been left behind.
Make it a song, and sing it proudly,
you're the only one left in your mind.