A Twist On An Old Dream

running through the forest, tripping over roots
owls shrieking, can you hear their hoots?
spider webs hitting my face
running as the mob gives chase
tripping over my own feet
running from the mob that from their hands my doom I would meet
I hear the roar of the ocean as I run across the leave strung forest floor
I have to run, though my legs scream they can't do anymore
I here their call
as I trip and fall
fear is coursing through my veins
the mob behind me only wishes to cause all sorts of pains
the moon is full in the sky
as I run I find that as hard as I try
I can't escape their everywhere I turn
am I a witch that they wish to burn?
branches grab and entangle in my hair
but I run on because I simply don't care
my feet are now bleeding
I'm the one the mob is seeking
is it the mob I'm running from or the pain I am feeling side
all I know is that I have to run and hide
is it the sound of my clothes ripping?
or the sound of my blood and tears dripping?
that makes me feel so afraid
is this all my minds charade?
I'm running, almost flying
I'm bleeding, oh how I am crying
my feet are bare
and the wind is is running it's cold fingers through my brown hair
scratches from the forest around me
I'm running running to the sea
maybe then I can be free
from this mob that's chasing me
are my prayers said in vain?
or is it my faint to run in the night as it begins to rain
it's always the same
I know this is just a dream, that this is one of my minds twisted games
will the mob catch me tonight?
or will I wake up like I do in the morning light?
all I know is that I can't let them catch me
you don't know how it that they scream
running running running as fast as I can
though I can barely stand
a cliffs edge sharp rocks cut into my feet
the waves crash far down below me, cliff side and water meet
the wind slaps me in the face
like the waves do to the cliff's face
no one, no one will is ever there to save me
no hero's, no savior's, no defender's, no one to save from the mob's cruelty
except for me
and there's only one choice to make
and every night it's the one I seem to take
but as I stand above the crashing waves
in rides a hero who means for me to save
at first I mistook him for one of the mob but in his eyes there was no evil or hatred I could see
just a kindness that seemed aimed right at me
he didn't really look like a hero
a bit too skinny but who could ever know?
that my hero could be a normal guy
who knew that a normal everyday hero could change my dream of me jumping off a cliff to die?
he doesn't look like a normal hero, he's just an everyday typical kinda guy
who knew?
that an everyday guy could be a hero too?