The Power Of Imagination Through Impossible Thought

Oh the dream that I have had, such figments of imagination
the tears now roll down my face, of such beauty that I have created
such power within the train of thought
who is to speak of such worlds that we all share
when the choice is only our own to truly believe in what we make of this world
when all seems lost and all hope seems to be drained
but yet with faith we can carry the burden
the trials of such place we feel could be real
yet made up within our minds, yet the secret is our own to keep, or to share

the mind can capture such realization
the medicated moments now drift passed my imagination
where all I need is to hold onto what I believe
where all that I keep is my secret of the truth between reality and insanity
the break between two worlds
the manner of which we speak, yet the truth is our own to seek

what shall I do, or what shall I say
speechless yet at ease, my mind captures the prose
distant lands now meet, yet the storm releases its demons out onto the battle field
like checkers to chess the board may now rest
the land must be rebuilt through the harmony in which we sing

I have been risen before yet now this is the last
my company now spoken between worlds that seem broken
the faith in which I preach, gives hope to all of man
my presence captures all, the attention caught by eye
whatever this world needs, the end of the age will be spilt
the hope will rebuild, their strength will now grow

through words I give faith
through God I now teach
my soul now disappears within the clear blue sky
from beginning to end, he is always on our side