Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

But I being poor have only my dreams I have spread my dreams under your feet Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

I close my eyes then I drift away into the magic night I softly say. A silent prayer like dreamers do then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.

I am able to follow my own death step by step. Now I move softly towards the end.

The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself but never speaks.