When a dream dies
So does the hope for a future
Stuck out of depth
A heart beating tunes of tomorrow
But when that only dream dies
And wash away
So does the will to live
and walk another hour
in this journey of life
When a dream dies
So does the prospect of a good life
and the hands that lifted it
Sunday, May 20, 2007
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