A poem of regret, bittersweet peace, and the haunting memories of war.
Troubled Dreams, Love
I'm falling much too deep my love.
Can see no end, no morrow.
Everything I live for love,
is turned to sweetest sorrow.
When all you have and all you hold
is turned to dust for dead men's gold,
the truth is furthest from your mind.
You try to leave all things behind.
Been falling for a while my love.
Can't seem to get to flying.
They say the light is there my love,
but still -it feels like dying.
When all you have and all you hold
's been twisted, warped, and then resold,
the lies they tell are laying bare,
but you don't mind, no you don't care.
Can see this journey's end my love.
I've kept my coin for paying.
They don't deal in faith my love.
There is no use in praying.
But pray you may and pray you might
and maybe things can be made right,
and I'll open weary eyes once more
to even out the players' score.
There you are my life, my love.
Please go back to sleep.
There are no demons here my love.
If you don't look, too deep.
