Wake Up, Sleeping

I often wake up dreaming
Things that will not fade in sleep
Of heartache and misery
And of horrid defeat

I'll sit and with a sigh
Tell the silent world around
That I won't quietly die
That my place will be found

And with creaking step
After creaking step
I open the blinds to see the sun
With it's fiery grin
And passionate breath
I know I'm not alone.