Plowed

Will I wake up, is it a dream I made up? No, I guess, it's reality what will change us Or will we mess up our only chance To connect with a dream? Say a prayer for me I'm buried by the sound In a world of human wreckage I'm lost and I'm found and I can't touch the ground I'm plowed into the sound to see wide open With a head that's broken Hang a life on a tragedy, plow me under the ground That covers the message that is the seed