A bed of broken dreams
I lay upon a bed of broken dreams-
with no reason to awaken...
sleep does not find me.
I soar upon the wind of empty promises-
with no clouds on which to land...
freedom has its bounds.
I swim in a river of forgotten memories-
with no current to carry me...
I am still.
I walk into a forest of lonely moments-
with no trees on which to lean...
and I am tired.
with no reason to awaken...
sleep does not find me.
I soar upon the wind of empty promises-
with no clouds on which to land...
freedom has its bounds.
I swim in a river of forgotten memories-
with no current to carry me...
I am still.
I walk into a forest of lonely moments-
with no trees on which to lean...
and I am tired.
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