Broken Hearts are like Broken Dreams
I fall fast asleep before I know it I'm dreaminga vast reality of three dimension revealing
I slip off into a world of chaos and craziness
broken hearts revealed left hollow with emptiness
Awake but still sleeping I crawl on my knees
to my imagination a reality of broken dreams
screams I awake to in the midst of the night
encountering a shadow ecplising the light
I'm alarmed by its presence, I'm now filled with fear
I'm concerned for my family, now my eyes draw a tear
I see now that broken hearts are like broken dreams
A misconception of reality construed by grim screams
I see this vague flash of light , the shadow it runs
in the distance afar the night, its holding a gun
a bullet now pierces the walls where it stood
a broken heart lays bleeding , on this floor of solid wood
I go now to see the damage that was done
a body lays still by the hot breath of a gun
still pouring out smoke from the barrel once loaded
broken hearts are like broken dreams just less corroded
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