The Place Where Dreams Go To Die
I know of a place
it's not very far
just knowing it's there makes me cry
There's a road going in
so heavily traveled
it's the place where dreams go to die
Too many people
have visited there
that graveyard of ideas and hopes
Their last respects paid
they leave broken hearted
and bound by invisible ropes
For they had grown weary
of deep disappointments
and losing the joy they once knew
And battered and bruised
they silently wept
believing their dreams won't come true
The graves are unkempt there
grown over with weeds
and the wreckage of lives gone to waste
What drove those who go
to that sad destination
has such a familiar taste
I wish I had never
found my way here
I've been down this road once or twice
In searching for peace
I've let go of dreams
and that is a costly price
So take it from me
Turn back while you can
You’ve no further need to ask why
Live your life to the full
And never return
To the place where dreams go to die
Copyright © Michael Wise | Year Posted 2018
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