The Babbling Bleating Old Man

October 17, 2007

There was something which I never learn. So, you taught me what is hope. You taught me that dreams are for weaving, I have to make it start. Now I’m losing my way, each passing day and I’m going to throw it away. I tried living the story, but sorry, now I couldn’t hold the truth in my heart.

You told me, the pain will learn how to mend, as long I seek truth, and hold on till the end. It’s hard, now I’m the one washing my tears away. You know what my heart says? Just let it go home and stay.

Dreams will see me through till forever? You are true in all ways, except this one. Now i’m in the dark, dreaming of promises. In the dark, i feel no longer find the light, that warms my heart every night.

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