In Dreams
Walls of stone hold him in.
Bars of steel block his view.
Locked away for mortal sins.
No hope was left alive in him
But in his dreams he's home with her,
And things are now as they once were.
Laughter from a child so small
The beautiful touch before the fall.
A dream so full of life for him,
That he can not tell now from then.
When he wakes he dreams of sleep.
Every morning his soul does weep.
From what he's done there is no escape.
From what he's lost he learned to late.
Copyright © Cynthia King | Year Posted 2006
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