I see as I sit alone with my pain
what seems to be, as I hope in vain
for the wishes of one who's had nothing to cling to
through vicious winters, to come with sweet spring true.
I dream to bring to the world all the love
I've held through the cold of a life never touched
and wish but to voice "No one ever alone!"
abandoned as I was beyond childhood's home

This wish I try to impress on my mind
while I view manifest my vast wasting of time
yet instead I revile my procrastination
avoiding the effort of actually changing.
I've found that the shame of my failures
saves me the bother of feeling enabled
and prefer this dull pain to responsibility
thus wasting untold abilities.
I'm a sad sort of wondering fool

I dream of a world where I say what will be
beyond the fates of this grim destiny
a world where wishing simply is being
and boys needn't grow into men.
I dream of a place where I say I love you
and know that you hear all its truth
a world where everyone's home
if only to cry
"No one ever alone!"

I dream as you perhaps see
that whatever will be, will be
while my dream's ever lovely for me
alone in dark beauty, ever majestic the fool

yet the joy of a dream, no matter how sweet
is unworthy of killing what could come to me
if my courage should reach the vision
I have found when I've withheld from dreaming.
I'm a sad sort, of wondering full...




© G. Cassel 2004