Release me my love.

Is reality just a dream?

I'm in foreign lands, tired and alone, forced to face the world unknown. I try to brake free of these chains that bind me, making me blind. Running up that hill chasing time, always too late. Too late. Than I see your face, my only escape. I hope that you can save me from this pain, to save me from the blame of all my grief and grame. Take me to a place where time doesn't exist, where it is impossible to be too late. Never too late. I'm in foreign lands, through days and through nights I lie awake wondering if I've made some mistake. I ask why haven't you come, why haven't you saved me, than I realize you aren't real, I'm sleeping. Trapped in an endless coma, never to awake, only should I truely see your face. It's too late, no, it's never too late I'm holding on, don't forget me. I want to see, cleanse me of this negativity and throw me into a batch of purity. I'm dying, but I'm waiting for you to free me from these chains, please forever be mine and we shall stroll on the paths of eternity.