Goodbye

There's a reason for my teachings
even though I can't explain.
More than a dream that you are reaching.
More than a laugh that shadows all the pain.

A special meaning in the thorn of dreams.
In the garden where a thought can blind me.
I am lost here where it never gleams.
Where I found that I scream so blindly.

Until I rise up! Fall down!
Is this the reason that I can't feel the ground?
Am I waiting for my tomorrow
or should I say goodbye?

Am I walking with a purpose?
Because I feel the same
and as I wait for my dreams to surface
as I wait I'm drowning in the rain.

Just when I thought that it was over
I lost my grip and I hit the wall.
A simple dream that I tripped over.
Now I have to wake up to my fall.

Until I rise up! Fall down!
Is this the reason that I can't feel the ground?
Am I waiting for my tomorrow
or should I say goodbye?