Thursday, December 24, 2015

End of the Line


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 

This is where all unfinished hopes have come to lay
They dream of broken dreams within one final dream
Then fade through skies of amber, rocks and clay
And lay to rest along the quiet stream. 
 
The broken trust, unfinished thoughts and love, unchained
Have finally found a final place to rest
Forgotten passions, not enough sustained
Great paths - all lost in remnants of a nest.

One day you'll find them waiting all along for you:
Long silences within the echoes of those dreams
One day you’ll find the strength to bring them through
And you'll come back from depths of deep blue streams. 






 













 
 

 

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