Beauty In Broken Dreams
Beauty In Broken Dreams
Beauty In Broken Dreams
By my window I sat alone
My world so dark and grim
Nobody to turn to in my forlorn
My eyes filled to the brim
Even the sky reflected my plight
Covered with clouds gloomy and dark
I had lost the willingness to fight
To me my doom was stark
I decided to free my soul
I no longer wanted to try
All the misery had finally taken it's toll
I took one last look at the sky
Then I saw a splendid sight
The blanket of clouds was by the sun shattered
Piercing the the sky with arrows of golden light
And to me suddenly nothing else mattered
My spirit rose and soared
Hope came through the shattered clouds in golden streams
I felt as if the heavens at me roared
"There is beauty, also in broken dreams"