Streets of Dreaming

These streets are made from what ignites a dreaming

Paved with the blood that dripped from nameless hands

And every tile in it keeps the energy of the ones that put it there

Remember that this floor you walk is sacred

Even if the sense of it may escape your sight

But just raise your eyes and you'll see that this pathway points to the sky

Because these streets of dreaming form the world that you behold

With eyes that now are tired of seeing silent miracles

Every walking soul in here is tracing one's own path

And behold - they don't even know

And every face it is a face of living

And in every eye does shine a light unnamed

Pale and unknown, but still gleaming with a glow you might retain

And if you listen hard beyond your hearing

You may get the pulse that comes from walking feet

And the compass you will find is the rhythm that does keep this tune in time

For these ones are the dreams that will keep the dream alive

The memory of those working men shall persevere in time

No sweat was ever poured in vain as these streets can testify

Just can't say how thankful I am