Requiem for a Dream

Come with me, and I'll show you the way.
Don't be afraid, the night is whatever you may.
The stars are perfect, they never falter.
Beyond them, lies the ocean's altar.

A rush of joy, is not always one with crash.
To think that life, is good rather bad is rash.
At last the seasons change, and then the stones break.
When you lie on your deathbed, you'll see how much they take.

Come with me, and sing for the requiem of a dream.
I love you, so sit with me aside this gentle stream.
Eyes are many things, but to me the eye is a fountain.
They rupt visions, of starlit domes and snow-capped mountains.