Poem -

The land of broken dreams.

The land of broken dreams.

I travelled many lands
But non as sad as this

For such a sadness
That this land even exists

I often wondered
where broken dreams do go

Sadly not to question
For now i really do
know

I looked upon a pile so high
All the dreams
could touch the sky
Broken
thrown away

My only question ( why )

Staring at a moment
A little boy dreamed to walk

Within my heart the feeling
He died no words to talk

A little girl dreamed
To see the snow

She got lost Nowhere to go
Frozen now beneath the snow

Had touched her dream
And then let go

To many broken dreams
Piled up so high

Almost reaching the sun
My only question
( why )

I travelled many lands
But non as sad as this

For such a sadness
That this land even exists

I cannot stay a second longer
Within the land of broken dreams

All the pieces of lost
and broken scream's

I'm off to another land
Not bursting at the seams

Almost blocking the sun
And covering beautiful streams

I'll tell all the people that i meet
To hold tight
within their dreams

In hopes they never let go
Or visit the land of scream's

For soon enough
The sun shall disappear
As the pile continues to grow

Just how sad this land was
I hope you will never know.

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