A dream is a wish your heart makes,
A wish that's dying to come true,
Something that might never be real
And yet, it always appeals to you

Give it a week and you might forget
The pleasant dream you once had
Yet when you have a bad dream,
You always regret

For you remember the worst and forget the best,
Why does this happen?
The worst is so vivid and the light is so blurry

My parents always screaming at me in an exhausted fury
Sleep, they say
So I'm stuck in the bed
Waiting for them to head off to sleep as my nightmares roam free

"It's all just a bad dream, it's a night mare, it isn't real.....
The good dreams are the good dreams
And bad dreams aren't real"

With that I always went back to bed, never wondering why
But something still grasps at my mind

It wasn't the scary monsters that terrified me,
nor was it the demon screaming my name
But It was the fact that it was a dream,
A wish that my heart made...