The grass is green before my feet, Yet every step i take turns brown and bleak. The day is strong, though seemingly weak. I morn a feeling I've never had,or felt. This, I cannot speak It seems impossible to stay alive in this broken dream in which i weep My shadow seems to exist, but i do not. I'm traveling to a sojourn destination that which i may never meet. Happiness, Love, Tranquility,amity ; I have yet to stumble across them. All i have to offer myself is hope, Hope that there will be a destination for my feet. I have love to offer, lots of love, Yet i cannot fathom the thought of another lost hug,or another Lost love. Awaken the beautiful dreamer within me and flow through gentle air the songs of a dove