I journeyed through to find the stream
Where love was not a hidden dream.
Time increased and I grew weary
The sight beneath me unforgiving and dreary.
The dirt lay dry with no remorse
The plants once lively were withered and coarse.
I wished my tears could conjure the stream
Yet not all beauty is what it may seem.
A foolish girl who believed in love
Could not swim through to keep her head above.
Alas the current that drowned her in fear
Was the sole product of a single tear.
The place of dreams with ribbons and bows
Now holds her grave and nobody knows.