hand of the hopes and dreams

its 6 in da morning....
listening to the same song...
question :: if i cry, who can i run to?
who would be the 1 sharing the shoulders?
dare not sleep?
or maybe couldn't sleep?
i dont want to dream again.
these dreams are killing me..

~Dreams~

calling yourself...
hold on to it! hold on!
but...
they just fade away when you open your eyes,
you can own it in your dreams,
but never own it in the real life...
can you feel what i feel?
the hand tat holds the hopes and dreams,
became strengthless,
and have no choice but to let go...
slowly...slowly..
its letting every hopes and dreams away..
vanished~
all you can do...
looking at the hand...
there is nothing left,
only a cold, numb, empty hand..
even tears run down from your eyes,
it wont come back..
what you see, is just a hand.
when you hold, its a cold hand,
like there is no blood circulation running through anymore...
will anyone hold a cold, hopeless hand?

-this is my hand-