Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
But I being poor have only my dreams I have spread my dreams under your feet Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I close my eyes then I drift away into the magic night I softly say. A silent prayer like dreamers do then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.
I am able to follow my own death step by step. Now I move softly towards the end.
The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself but never speaks.
Anything you're trying to will is focused on the future it's always associated with some sort of anxiety that makes the present moment somewhat uncomfortable.