Broken dreams are all I've got. Can't you help me build them again? I'm lost and I cannot find the road to recover from the ugly, upturned trail I followed. This is the hardest part of living. My dreams have wilted. The Angels have drifted in a distance. I find the only Angel sitting there, waiting for me. He takes my hand, and places me on the path of broken dreams. As I recite ny love for him, my broken dreams are slowly becoming repaired. He is leaving me now. How can that be? I guess he was just my imagination, carrying me to this place called Heaven. But I'm not really in Heaven. I'm just another character in your nightmares.
