Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.

I’m not here, not anymore
I’ve gone away

Should i be feeling guilty, or let the judges frown? …
I am a dreamer, and when i wake, you can break my spirit; it’s my dreams you take..
… Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend. You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine, in mine when I’m asleep.
And I will bare my soul in time when I’m kneeling at your feet…