The Dream
How can I turn away
from a life that lights my days,
from a face that I can trust?
When you're away my heart could bust.
My heart could bust.
How can we just close our eyes
to empty feelings deep inside?
I'd like to sleep so I can dream.
I always dream of you it seems,
of you it seems.
In my life you go away.
Can't it be another way?
How Can I turn away?
Living here day to day.
P. J. Campise
