Everything we'd designed
used to fit us both;
gorgeously

All the songs we'd sung
used to sound;
perfectly.

But look at us now
words quenched, faces dismayed;
sadly

Where are all those castles we'd built; in the air
where are all those poems we'd written; in the stars
where are  all those gardens we'd planted ; with hope

And that fire that kept our spirits alive
Drifting through the winds of despair is now
ashes