Ian Petch Poet Lyric

The First Dream

Hopeful days to become a lie
The love I hold will be compromised
Up in smoke like the rest of me
All to know that I will always see

Shelter’s gone but the window’s clear
Looking back when I held you near
The winter’s come and you’ll never know
The best of me has become the snow

Broken wings and deceptive minds
The biggest hole with a pointing sign
Jump on in or we’ll throw you down
Listen on and never make a sound

Poisoned gods have an antidote
Dream and die in a bitter note
The silent children with their deadly toys
Are screaming on until we’re all destroyed

Crawling on through a desert plain
All I feel has become a game
Adapting on into this wasteful land
You hold me close but I’m just grains of sand

Waking up as if I were asleep
My mind is numb but my sense runs deep
I turn to mist and I am alone
Yet my heart smiles for the truth I’ve known

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