Tired and Worn

I am tired and worn, Like a bird fluttering in cage, Or Like a puppet dancing on stage, I am tired and worn, My heart bleeds under the crown of my dreams, Which with thorns, is adorned, I am tired and worn, Just hours ago it was dawn, My dreams were like vibrant colors, Of the rainbow,with a luminous glow, But all now left is a wreakage, And a heart waned beyond age, Filled with despair and rage, Bitter and jealous of those Who in life like angels have rose, To fulfill their dreams, with clever schemes, Maybe tomorrow will be new day, An ethereal ray, may, Enlighten the way, But tonight, My heart is torn, And I am tired and worn..