Once upon a dream, I believed in you…trusted you…now I feel like a naive little girl…one that wants to hide.
Once upon a dream,
He stood beside her strong,
His voice, his words caressed,
A lonely soul day’s song.
They had their own tune,
Dancing to infinity,
Their hearts were introducing,
Desires for them to see.
The stream and the oak,
A special place to dream,
While hand in hand they talked,
For endless hours it seemed.
The closer he became,
The smaller she would be,
Finding all the darkness,
Only a child’s eye could see.
Scared and all alone,
A frightened child became,
Running through the woods,
Yet the love remained the same.
Hiding in the tall grass,
His every move aware,
The little girl hiding,
Winds blowing her dark hair.
She’d peek above the grass,
Reaching out she tried,
No voice to carry her words,
On this heart-wrenching ride.
The strong man knew,
Her essence always near,
Always and forever,
He understood her fear.
One day she had hoped,
That he would show a sign,
One that was equal,
For their love to align.
Through her hurt and fear,
She pushed through the weeds,
Hoping to bare all,
With a crop of true seeds.
The scars and the bruises,
For both run deep,
She showed every mark,
As he fell further asleep.
She tried with all her might,
To show him all there is,
This child, this woman, this creation,
Was infinitely his.
But each day that passed,
Instead of closer became,
He pulled farther away,
Until there was no same.
Alone she began,
And alone she remains,
He blocks her from reaching out,
As the jagged rocks pain,
Increases with each day,
That he pushes her away,
She believed with all her being,
He would truly stay.
Fearful and scared,
She knows he does not care.
Inside she will go,
Back to the deepest stare.
The one where no one can,
Nor in this life will,
Break the spell upon her,
That keeps her heart still.
No fire to warm her soul,
No passion to fuel the flames,
A frozen porcelain doll,
Shattered and never the same.
Honor, truth, and loyalty,
A warm hand to hold,
Crumbled to a billion pieces,
As he broke the mold.
Her only hope is someday,
Perhaps a fire will roar,
Turning all to ash,
Burning the pieces on the floor.
May the winds carry her ashes,
To the ends of the world,
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
Her unwanted dreams unfurled.
Forever and a day.
