i’ve had dreams die
fade in my hands
sand running through my fingers
blending into the ground
disappearing on the wind
i’ve died a little each time
my dreams you see
those are the glue
that hold
all my soul’s shards
together
i’ve had dreams die
fade in my hands
sand running through my fingers
blending into the ground
disappearing on the wind
i’ve died a little each time
my dreams you see
those are the glue
that hold
all my soul’s shards
together
I love this piece. I can really relate to it.
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