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The dreams are long forgotten, From a childhood long since past. Many, yes there were, But one sticks out, the last. One in the collection, Alas has never flown away. For a memory no longer remembered, Until this present day. A hopeless dream, Whose curiosity was never filled. A life full of memories, Waiting on the window sill. The fear comes from remembering, A life you struggled through. And though you didn't want it, A mental picture it just drew. These dreams are much too helpless, For your mind then went astray. And troubles come from all directions, No matter what you tried to say. And now you find your dreams, Tethered amongst the graves, And all the love you wished for, Which no one ever gave. It's much too powerful, Here your life ends, Not allowing you to say goodbye, To family and friends. Now you are someone else's fear, Tethered amongst the graves, They dream for the love, That YOU never gave. |