Broken fields of faultless dreams,
Filled with chaos and taring screams,
Sinister laughs with bellow cries,
A shattered idea can haunt lifetimes,
For what is dreamt can be turn't,
Twisted into nightmare; A curse,
For if it fall's unfulfilled,
A dream can cast a flurry of nil's,
Of broken regret, path's and live's,
Of what could have been and what has died.

Yet of those dream's that shatter like glass,
New idea's spring from the past,
A brighter light from your bulb,
Define's a new dream that you'll behold,
For yet a broken thing doe's indeed hurt,
Wound's do heal, though not disappear,
We build on idea's to make life clear,
So hold your heart through the cloud,
And live life proud and aloud,
For the start that you will find,
Will help another with their lifeline,
For dream's give hope of better new's,
Step up your glass and think of you,
For you, the star in your own story,
Dream of life and your found glory.