Scratched by the broken pieces of my dreams that have
fallen apart
As each fragment, pierce through my little wounded heartThe more I tried to sweep them, the more I feel the pain
As I get disillusioned, as though as they have been swept out by the rain
Bit by bit, I tried to fix them back
But the harder I tried, the worst it getsThe attempt to restore them, comes to nothing but a nought
In the end I had to decide to put my dreams to a halt
Staring at my dreams, they stared back at me
Wondering which ones are mine, and which are not meant to
beYears passed me by, the question remains
I'm still in search of the dream that has my name
Perhaps someday, my dreams will come back to me
I can do nothing, except by faith to wait and seeThat the Lord will eventually put back the dream in me
But until that day comes, I will still continue to dream my dreams
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