It might be Unreal

By unreal tides
And psychic winds
Through streamy fear
Space dreams our little crew of warriors
We hear your voice
Disguised by the unknown:


"If you walk your dreams
It´s necessary to walk alone
The dream's yours
Of flesh and bones
Dream a body
Dream a face
To step into my tracks
You look scarefully to try to remember
No-one can fix it for you"


"No-one can fix it for you"

The silence of power
Is within here

(© Jonathan Dilas, Warrior-Series)