A never-ending quest
For a dream to be
For fire to be fire
And dreams to be believed
You think of the love
That was once portrayed
You thought of it then
You think of it again
Touched in the heart
Touched in the soul
Come to think of it
Your heart is not yours
Lost in the clouds
Of hope, and gaze
Don’t turn to me
You’ll lose your sane
For thought and dreams
Are rendered in time
Once you believe
You would have found out, it was a lie
August 17, 2004
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