When the Dreams Become Memories

The eyes of fear remain
fixed in a reflection
the face of memories
obscured by the time,
lair is the dream
who ties my hands with life!
Now I have lost
the meaning of my days!
Lair is a dream
which takes away my mind!
but I'm living
and now I want to find!
What is real
the secret is behind the veil
I can see
the shelter of the wind..
In a vision of pleasure and pain
when the dreams become memories
silent season
and days of loneliness
when the dreams became memories
it's a fiction, a false reality
when the dreams became memories.
In the cage of passion
The treasure, the treasure....