Dreamland

The bells are ringing
the sound of their beautiful chime
where my father loved singing
a song he loved at the time.

We used to dance together
father and daughter
until he ran away;
at least, that's what they say..

I sat by the river in the rain,
the place he used to love.
My mom called him insane
but he believed rain was a gift from above.

I sang the song he used to sing
and felt his presence there with me,
the sound of his voice echoed through the wind
the love he had was larger than the  sea

I waited for him in the rain
I hid my true emotion
to show him I could not feel pain
but the rain kept my tears in motion.

Then I woke up in my room
and realised it was all a dream
I looked up at the moon
and realising I had no dad, released my own stream...