Bryce's Path
I believed in you.
I walked by your side.
So, sadness and sorrow stabbed and stung
the day that the old dream died.
That path we took was beautiful;
You know, that road we both knew:
That lovely lane lined with lilies and hope,
where I dreamed that great dream with you.
I believed in you.
It seemed that the whole world did too.
Months turned to years, years to delight,
as I happily strolled there with you.
But I glanced down on the path one day,
And shock pierced my soul like a knife;
The lilies were limp, listless before me:
That once-vibrant dream had no life.
But I still believed in you.
Didn’t you believe in you, too?
That lane we once loved grew harder to hike,
As I started to see what was true:
Somehow as we paved that path,
the dream had clouded my eyes;
For you had stopped walking beside me one day,
And I did not realize.
For I still believed in you.
Oh how I wanted the dream to come true:
To witness with awe where that pathway would lead,
That long luring lane with the view.
But the lane grew lonely, lacking its life,
Something I tried to deny.
For I still believed in you,
Though that sweet old dream had to die.
I heard you now journey where junipers grow,
A place where the rain clouds are few.
I hope you don’t mind if I stroll with you there,
For I still believe in you.
Copyright © Allison Carpenter | Year Posted 2024
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