i was cold in a dream somewhere close to the surface between the ice and the stream there is three inches of air so i swam towards the light i let my breath get there first when i opened my eyes i saw myself in the mirror and i knew i would do like my father has done yes we will never break from these chains your life is gonna course like a history book don t be frightened of turning the page cause it s is all the same it will always be the same1