Wrap Your Troubles In Dreams (For D.B)

Wrap your troubles in dreams, Now the grey clouds have gathered. Flowers, that were once so fragrant, Have lost their power and withered. Amphetamine's powdery haze Has darkened the colour of sleep The sun's radiant, golden rays Cannot heal; as they're out of reach. Wrap your troubles in dreams. Although wicked demons may cling, To the pitch- black regions of your heart, Don't despair there'll be another spring. Your silver idols now lie broken In your room; that offers no relief. So wrap your troubles in dreams And find new reasons to believe.