All that I do tends to turn out the same my intentions  are good yet they   get twisted by the pain   when will I see trough the dark mists of sleep will I  break free from the   veils of deceit     My vision fails each time I try to see   beyond the walls i've made in my mind   My vision fails altough I try to be a man   who's not afraid of sreams     Dawn comes again to erase the mists of sleep and I  know what is real   when the day breaks the seal