Once Upon A Broken Dream

And so he told her a story

A story of a scared little boy

A fearful man who

Jumped through fires

Laughed with the crashing of the sea

But dropped his head

And looked down at the ground

That had no answers

To the girl with short legs

And kind strong eyes

And he couldn't laugh out loud

Or jump too high

Because the defeat in his soul

Was too strong

And the addiction was too hungry to rest

His hands shook

No stillness to hold her little hands

And so she told him a story

A story of a brave little girl

A hesitant woman

Who danced in the rain

And cried with the howls of the wind

But carried too much

When the stones were heavier

And stomped when the rain puddled

Her skin so dry

She started to become dust from the pushes of the wind

Because her heart was too full

With his blood

That it bled when he bled

And the stones piled as she dropped them unexpectedly

Up high

So high that he couldn't see her short legs

So high that she couldn't see his smile

And the stones were told a story

A story of a boy, a man who could hear

A cry with the howls of the wind

But droplets of blood dampening dust

A story of a girl, a woman who could hear laughter

With the crashes of the sea

But the shaking of the hands as the fire burned out

And the stones may one day tell a story

Of a dark tower built with fear and silence

To the ashened, growing earth

Of how faith and sound brought it

Tumbling ever after