Hiding my face in shame,running deep into the woods,frightened that the world would see,bared before as the real me,the glorious time i would rise from the sand ;and stand still ,is just a dream ,buried in the graveyard,the faces that smiled at me once,will their smile linger on ;or will it be washed away in that flood,that thus perished me,nothing remains but ;the remnant of a broken dream,a broken hope in vain.
