Some dreams must be obliterated in order for others to grow |
The Rose Faded, forgotten, alone in the past Reached by the warmth of the sunlight at last Painted by dust, blackened with time Forsaken, almost, in a corner I find O, all the memories that flood back again As I gaze at the symbol of all that has been Crumpled and crushed as my dreams it lays now Alone in a corner, and I wonder how Something once vibrant and fresh and alive Abandoned by all, now fights to survive A token of love once gained and now lost A witness to all that that love has cost A thousand false hopes my heart has believed A thousand false joys my heart has received What I thought was love was just a mirage Meaningless promises, an empty barrage And I stand and I mourn for all that I’ve lost The things that I thought my heart wanted most Things stripped away without my consent Leaving my heart battered and bent Then my mind turns to all I’ve been blessed with today Things I’d have missed if I’d had my way Unanswered prayers we don’t understand But hopes that are crushed may be crushed by God’s hand Now I see the worn petals in a different light The eyes of my heart see with different sight The flower a master and I its slave And what a hard lesson this task master gave Things are not what they seem to be And what may be real is not always seen The truth may be masked by fanciful words And what may be truth is not always heard So I picked up the rose to return to its place Original abode in a crystal vase Much of its splendor and glory is gone, But as a reminder, its work is not done We all can have dreams, and not all come true; But the ones that do not make the ones that do. |