THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...)
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in this world where depth produces headaches
why try to be real when everyone fakes
the pressure is to stay on the surface
people are more interested in their purses
than in what motivates their own hearts
wonder where this way of thinking starts
infants cry
do they know what they want
are we consciously aware from our first breath
are we born with an inate fear of death
kids ask why
do they understand feelings
when does thought start to explain what words can't say
maybe some never get that far anyway
anyway... I sometimes wish
I never asked myself how I feel
cuz pain is a feeling I know so well
pain is how I know I am real
anyway... I sometimes dream
that love comes along to replace the pain
true love as perfect as stories we tell
to kids... tell it to me once again
and let me slip deeper into dreams
and let me sleep peacefully
and let me believe true love is real
and let it come... to me
deeper... come in to me
deeper... come in to me
deeper where dreams come true - really
deeper... come in to me
Deeper Into Dreams
Ric Candor ©1999
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