The wooden steps are rotten,
The roof in disrepair
The path, well worn in days gone by,
Lies in overgrown despair
No one comes a calling
As in the yesterdays
When we were young and hopes were high
And dreams had just begun
Oh truth, come sit beside me
And tell me this, I pray,
What happened to our hopes so bright,
What made them go away?
If its truth that you are seeking,
Then truth shall set you free
For only in the truest truth
Shall the answer be
Your dreams grew cold
As did your heart
You banished them away
It’s not that they had willed to go,
But were not asked to stay.
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