Crushed dreams make sad bodies
Their vacant eyes sing haunting maladies
Floating dead in stagnant, forgotten waters
Whispering, “They shot us”.
Each time wind blows, a sudden redeemer
It stirs the bodies, the reek floats
And reaches the dreamer
In slow tears, delivering the blow
Such is the nature
Of crushed dreams
They’ll find their dreamer, by all means
Till they drag him to the earth, fire and the sea
And then shall they finally, cease to be.