To dream of days gone by
Of youthful hopes unfulfilled;
Is to search in vain for feelings lost.
When scattered memories fill your mind
You must count the final cost.
You sit and stare at empty space
Where cold reality has re-appeared.
For so long buried in sub-conscious limbo;
All your pain, regrets and fears.
So you sigh once more in silence
To nobody nearby;
And think of friends no longer with you.
All that's left to do is cry.
