A Bag of Broken Dreams
I use to dream of a place that I could call home
Everyday I pored my heart into something that had no soul
Pain and anger relishes within, as I cry
My dreams have been broken
Though I attempt a look of happiness and love
I can only hide so much
And as I pray to the one above
A fear deep arises
A bag of broken dreams is what I received
Into and out the situation
What will it take for you to care?
And I can one day hope to find peace
Copyright © Sakyra V Mance | Year Posted 2013
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