The Valley that Calls by Deniz Besim - HTML preview

A Subconscious Dream

I'm lying in bed not half awoken

I'm still pretty much in the daze of dream

I hear murmuring, has someone spoken?

I hear a yell, a shout and a small scream.

I'm still pretty much in the daze of dream

Nothing has risen me as I still sleep

 I hear a yell, a shout and a small scream

Are they but figments of my own dream deep?

Nothing has risen me as I still sleep

A subconscious part of me now to wake

Are they but figments of my own dream deep?

I open my eyes and see my son, Jake.

A subconscious part of me now to wake

He'd like me to help dress him - wear his clothes,

I open my eyes and see my son, Jake

He'll get the hang of dressing when he grows.

He'd like me to help dress him - wear his clothes

I realise he is part of my dreaming

He'll get the hang of dressing when he grows

The real world is like a dream still seeming.

I realise he is part of my dreaming

I hear murmuring, has someone spoken?

The real world is like a dream still seeming,

I'm lying in bed not half awoken.