What a slow and painful death, that feasts upon the mind.
A forced betrayal of hope and dreams is leaving them behind.
For fear of anything fear grasps, and longing to be free,
But thinking that dreams are fools toys and choosing them to be.

A sacrifice of what could be for those things that are sure.
Never taking a chance to lose, for something new and pure.
The passion of a broken heart, a corps’ fate will reach,
For never growing warm with life and lessons it could teach.

In the end it’s a sad soul who tucks his heart away,
To never feel the icy night nor feel the warmth of day.
Who steals the vision from his heart? It is his dream that dies.
And all for a betraying comfort of a moments compromise.


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