Who are these people who visit my dreams?
Nothing is ever quite what is seems,
Ghosts of the future or of the past?
When daylight comes their faces fade fast.
Are they there to give me a warning
Of something I must face in the morning?
Maybe they are angels in disguise,
Playing characters in a play as a guise.
The scene is set and I play the main role,
I play the part well with my heart and soul,
Is it my past or my future to be?
I don`t know, so I`ll just have to wait and see.