How childhood hour
Hath been a lasting dream!
And my soul still not waking
To the awaiting dawning beam!

An eternity spent
In shame and sorrow.
So that I could not gaze
Or dwell upon the morrow.

Dreams have been
Nothing more to me,
Than a brazen lie,
And more so a harsh reality.

For in that reality,
There were no hope to be found.
And with that commentary,
I share no common ground.

Though I have been happy
In a time before.
But this emotion
Was only found in dreams.

But in waking life,
I have felt no sadness more.
Nor have seen such light,
That o'er me will beam.