Lost Dreams



You must pity me
For I hold on to a broken dream
I reached out to touch an angel's wing
For such beauty never has been seen

But it was no angel
For none of it was true nor real
And all was lies, pain and hurt I feel
Yet it is mine, this hideous painful deeds

What I have left
I pick up and sooth and clean
My wounds, I cover with balm to heal
This art, I paint and make my new dream