Sometimes Remembered
The white picket fence, everyone strives for
A dream that cannot be experienced until created
Which we never get around to doing
Sometimes remembered, but mostly forgotten
Somewhere deep inside us all
Is a broken hearted clown
Stuck full of needles and pins
We're sometimes remembered, but mostly forgotten
It hurts the most when it sits deep inside
When you feel your soul has been torn
And all you can do is cry
Something tells me that all I am now
Is a faded dream
All I hear are questions and voices
Inside my head going on and off
Because words are not enough
Breaking nails trying to pry off the pain
Allowing ourselves to fall away
Leaving behind everything
Sometimes remembered, but mostly forgotten
It hits the hardest
When you need it the least
Our lights growing dimmer
We're sometimes remembered
It hurts the most when it sits deep inside
When you feel your soul has been torn
And all you can do is cry
Something tells me that all I am now
Is a faded dream
All I hear are questions and voices
Inside my head going on and off
Because words are not enough
Because words are not enough
The white picket fence, everyone strives for
Our dreams of happy endings
Are sometimes remembered, mostly
When we're gone
Written February 16, 2004
Copyright © Kristin Baker | Year Posted 2008
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