Living Dream

In the rain of stormy nights,
driving ones soul in fire,
there is a thrill pulsing the life,
when dream burns alive.

I was just kid driving the night,
faster than a moment can see,
with the fiery side of the hot rumbling dream,
as the flashes turned the life in to fantasy,
i rained harder than whirlwind,
flooded free.

In the wind of stormy nights,
running ones mind crazy in the eye of energy,
when the death kisses rapture,
of the animal needing to live.

I was just kid driving the night,
faster than a moment can see,
with the fiery side of the hot rumbling dream,
as the flashes turned the life in to fantasy,
i rained harder than whirlwind,
flooded free.

The trembling cold taking the vessel,
and the feeling sparkling like freedom,
is there something more than happiness of choice,
how to dance the life, love and dream,
every lightning means something more than just explosion,
every water drop means more than just a touch of raving,
i took it that night... my bravery for life.