The Nighttime Field

Take my hand and follow me,

To the land of broken dreams,

Where people laughed and played,

But now they come to drown in their sorrows,

Dreams that were made not borrowed,

Lay down and look up at the sky,

You see the stars were once the light people held to reach their goal,

Now they are decorations of each sunken soul,

The moon was once full and bright,

Now it changes every night,

Sit up and look into the horizon,

The wolves cry to the love they cannot reach,

Love in their broken dream.

Close your eyes

Feel the grass in between your fingers,

Smell the air that once held beauty in it,

Open your eyes and try to touch me,

You cannot,

Look at me,

For I am your broken dream.