How can my imagination be
So wicked to me when I do
Close my eyes to dream and
Do have those haunting images
Of you that chase me in to
This reality to blur my vision
With tears at the realisation
That it is not true and you are
Not truly here by my side and
Now that my pride has gone
And all notions of one to belong
To have fled from my side I ask
But only one question and the
Answer I can not hide for it is
How can my imagination be
Brought to life and made my
Reality