Now the ruins of a distant dream lay crumbling at my feet.
I remember someone, or something, and then it fades into the dust.
I close my eyes and see a whole world I used to know.
But when I open my eyes, it's just a dream.
I have shed a million tears for what is long gone.
What I have searched for, my past, my preasent, my future, is lost in the dirt with a city I once called home.
No one can replace my dreams, my hopes, not even me.
So I'll pick up the ashes and pretend they're still solid, instead of the mass of nothing that fades with the wind.
And I'll hope and I'll pray for a new tomorrow, a tomorrow that will never come.