Great and Cool.

19 May 2008

The Graveyard of My Dreams

My dreams dies

As they are built.

The mem'ries slips away

While I make them stay.

I try to smile,

And walk a thousand mile,

But they bring me down,

Like a mirthless clown.

I want to build a castle,

But the foundations

crumble from within,

Try as I might to make them stand

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