Enveloped in a sentiment, a sound that rushes over me.    Engage an impulse to pretend I have a faith as pure.    Not forgetting what it means to dream.    Indulging everything.    Entertaining thoughts that I've the strength of those I yearn to be.    Cheers and tribute greet the saviours.    Reckless thoughts survive.    Anachronistic and impulsive.    And what will happen?    Will I dream?    I am too scared to close my eyes.    For a second please hold me.   None can change in me these things that I believe.    But I don't know what happens now.    I am too scared to close my eyes.