America
Full of dreams. A child hoped for better days.
The innocence of his eyes. Can't help but
wonder what's it like to be out there.
To be in a world many of us dreamed of reaching.
Leave the place we once knew in exchange
of an uncertain promise.
Goodbye, he once said... and everyone who left
meant it. And there's regret that'll never die.
There'll always be days you'll come crawling back
and reach within, just to find memories
of your past that'll never go away.
The ghost of time embraced you.
Nights turned to mourning. Sleepless... your fears
haunt you in your sleep. Tired... just no more
left inside. The fire has died and so am I.
Copyright © Joshua Narciso | Year Posted 2007
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