Dream Child
Trans-Siberian Orchestra Lyrics

In the night
When darkness covered everything

Was the dark
The absence of light enveloped the surroundings

In the dark
Within the pitch-black void

Was the dream
The imaginary creation of the mind

In the dream
Within the boundaries of the person's thoughts

Was the Child
The depiction of an innocent spirit

And myself
The storyteller, though not visible, was present in the scenario

There unseen
Even though present, the storyteller was not visible

In the book was the word
Within the confines of pages was the meaning

In the word there was truth
The truth arrived in the form of words and expressions

In the truth there was age
As the truth caught up with people, it revealed the passage of time

In the age there was youth
Despite the passage of time, people always kept the essence of youth within

And I said to the Child
The storyteller spoke to the child present in their imagination

Do your hands they still bleed
The storyteller inquired if the child's hands still had wounds

After all of this time
Even after years have passed

Do you think there's still need
Is there still a necessity for the scars to exist

But the Child only smiled
The child responded with a gentle smile instead of words

And said not a word
The child chose not to utter a single sound

And the snow it came down
As if in response to the unanswered question, snowflakes started to fall from the sky

As if it hadn't heard
The snow seemed to ignore the inquiry

And all that night the snow came down
Throughout the night, snow kept falling

To heal the scars our lives had found
It aimed to mitigate the wounds that life had given

And the years that lay broken
The events that had taken place and left a lasting imprint

And there upon that bridge of dreams
In the realm of imagination, the storyteller and the child walked across a bridge

Across the night we walked unseen
On the pathway, they walked without being noticed

With no words ever spoken
No verbal communication occurred throughout the walk

And then on through that night
They continued walking together in the night

We did walk for a while
Their strides continued for an unspecified length

And our steps turned to blocks
Eventually, their steps turned into an abstract concept

And the blocks turned to miles
The abstract concept finally transformed into an understandable distance

Then we followed a path
They chose to follow a course of action

For as far as we could
Until they were no longer capable of continuing the pathway

Till we found ourselves there
Eventually, they located a certain location

In an evergreen woods
It was a place where pine trees stayed statically green all year round

There were thousands of candles
The woods was full of candles, whose number amounted to thousands

Upon every tree
These candles sat on every single tree present in the woods

It was beautiful
This scenery was aesthetically pleasing

But there was one mystery
There was a single question that arose

For with all of those candles
Despite the vast number of candles

You must understand
It should be clear to the listener

That the only one lit
The storyteller drew their attention to the only candle that was lighting the scene

Was now in that His hand
The young child was carrying the burning flame

And there upon that Christmas scene
At the place where Christmas was being celebrated

The candle wax of melted dreams
The melting wax of this single candle contained the wishes and aspirations of many

And the years they had taken
The wax was the product of the accumulation of time

And there's that snow did gently fall
Snowflakes began to fall calmly

We one by one relit them all
Together, they rekindled all of the burnt-out candles one at a time

Till each dream was awakened
By lighting the candles, they brought life back into the wishes and hopes that had been forgotten

And then there to that light
In the presence of those flames

This young Child showed to me
The young child demonstrated something to the storyteller

All the things that he dreamt
All the child's hopes and dreams

All the things that might be
The endless possibilities that exist

How for everything given
For every act of charity or kindness

That something is gained
There is always something to be obtained in return

Strike one match in the dark
With a single light in the darkness

And all the world's not the same
The event has the ability to alter the entire nature of the world

And then I asked that Child
The storyteller directed a question to the child

Why this night has a star
The reason for the existence of a star on this particular night

And he said, "So we'd know
The young child responded to the inquiry

That we could see that far"
To make them aware of how far they are capable of seeing

And these candles are wed
These candles are inextricably linked

To that star's distant light
To the unreachable light of that far-off star

And it all came to be
As it all started to make sense

Upon that long winter's night
On that particular evening, which signified an extended period of somberness

And when I awoke, well the Child he was gone
When the storyteller regained consciousness, the young child had vanished

But somewhere in my mind
The young child remained in the storyteller's memories

I believe he lives on
The child's spirit and actions continued to exist

And somewhere in my life
During an elusive instance in the storyteller's life

Between here and the end
Before the conclusion of their journey

On a long winter's night
On a night like the one in their dream

I will dream him again
The young child will resurface in the storyteller's imagination