A dream long lost deep in the lines of time,
Still mourned but left for dead in times long past,
Though dimmed it will not ever lose its shine.
If forged how long will it be made to last?

I wait for things to change, for life to grow,
This thing will never cease to hold a sheen,
A pity if it was a fake, charade,
But I will never know what you have seen.

I always dreamed in dreams but never thought
That I would see the day that this was born.
In days as far from here as i can hope,
I will be once again, in black, alone.

As shallow as young hearts can sometimes be,
I hope you know how much this means to me.