When the night is quiet an silent,
no sound but the beating of my heart.
I can sense his peaceful dreaming.
No sign of the stir he's about to start.

And then he rises and walks,
locked inside his own world.
He's loosing every touch
with reality.
While he moves on
to another level of level of life.
Where he can only believe
in the images that he sees in mind.

He's on his way
to save the world.
Until I wake him,