In my silent thoughts there is one question
echoed in dreams of my own fantasy
where love is the only thing that is real.
But how can a love within dreams be real?
All my doubts resound that very question
even in the lost worlds of fantasy.
If life is just a dreamer's fantasy
then the love I feel is as true and real
and my mind can resolve the heart's question.
No question; a fantasy love feels real