Dreams

My silence speaks a thousand words,
words that i may never speak.
My heart bleeds a million deaths,
may never heal, the wounds so deep.

The fresh fragrance does enchants,
the soul to live, not die.
But what lays ahead of me,
knowing that, i can only cry.

Weaving a branch i may never climb,
dreaming a life i may never know.
Hoping to feel that bit of emotion,
that never had any come and go.

Then of the thousand days that go,
thousand days that go so slow.
The vision of loveliness not made,
for me, never, no.

The tears in my eyes swell up,
tears, which come be happy or be sad.
Tears, which rain on burning sands of life,
sand which sting really really bad.