A Gentle Awakening

Put down the paper, baby

I had a dream at dawn

A terrible storm blew over

Covered up the morning sun

Beyond I heard a lullaby

So peaceful and serene

Next thing I knew I eased into

A gentle awakening

The people on the city streets

The farmers on the plains

All walking in the lucid dream

While the sky is set aflame

They soon will hear a quiet tune

So peaceful and serene

Then they may too may ease into

A gentle awakening

Waiting through a waning moon

An unknown masquerade

Hear the wounded mockingbird

A mournful serenade

The people on the city streets

The farmers on the plains

They're walking in the lucid dream

While the sky is set aflame

They soon will hear a quiet sound

So peaceful and serene

Then they might too may ease into

A gentle awakening