There is something about dreams I cannot place
Like a single freckle upon my face

They give me hope for better days
When all that matters are books and plays

Dreams fill my head while I am asleep
Reminding me of why people weep

For dreams are temporary and sweet
but life is nothing like a treat

But when we close our eyes we feel
That reality our brains do steal

So people look to dreams to help them cope
Just like me, dreams give them hope

But even dreams have a dark side, this is true
Because nightmares are a form of dreaming too