The Field of Broken Dreams
Step with me through the arch into a misty field,
lay down your trembling sword and battered shield.
As sheets of songs unsung pass you by,
dry the tear from your eye.
This place is all too well known,
by those who had moments they wished to own.
Rest the weary warfare within your heart,
the restless and regret filled riot that tears you apart.
Let us end the soul's torment,
listen to its pleas as it sobs this lament.
Do not question what you feel,
do not ask if it is real,
for now is your time to come alive,
a time for hopes and dreams to thrive.
Impulsivity is most import it seems,
lest we condemn ourselves to the field of broken dreams.
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