Our palace made of dreams untold

We use our thoughts to cover the mold

We live on secrets whispered by the trees

And see what nobody else sees

We knock down walls of guilt and lies

Continuing on, for hope never dies

Writing our stories in the sand

And leaving our souls for the land

Pain and tears form the phrases

As we walk through dust our journey raises

On the water, our scars reflected

And magnified; each and every flaw detected

Made beautiful by the shimmering blue

Washing us clean, making us new

The flaming incarnation of our sin

Urges us to give up again

While the glitter tossed into the sky

Sets the boundaries that we live by

And our hearts, linked by invisible strings

Come up with cold and desperate things

Not as appreciative as they should be

They beat to rhythms not entirely free

Slowed by demons we have created

Confined by rules we instigated

Under the control of selfishness and greed

Horrible as they are, these are things we need

We could have happiness without the pain

But is the sun not more beautiful after the rain?

Before we crescendo, we must get soft

And this is what holds our spirits aloft

The knowledge, while we float through time

That happiness may very well cost an arm and a dime

On this wicked orb, we can’t get what we want

Our faith is worn thin; tired and gaunt

There is not one innocent, one perfect soul

Though not dug by us, we still fall in the hole

Corrupted by others too misguided to care

That their hate and sin they continually share

To us, doomed to walk this Earth

Hoping, longing for a shot at rebirth

While our fire dims and the rooms get cold

In our palace made of dreams untold.