She lives in her dreams.
As we all wish to stay.
Dancing and singing and living this way.
Each night is a gift.
Each morn' a cursed dawn.
Bringing hatred and suff'ring and pain all along.
The fighting sends fear.
A wish to bring joy.
She thinks and she hope and believes this decoy.
"What if I died
Would it make them see peace?"
Her delusions and thoughts lead her to decease.
She lived in her dreams.
It corrupted her way.
The false hopes nurtured her demise on this day.