WITHIN MY HEART
Within my heart there is
A man with untold dreams.
Within my heart of love there sits a dreamer,
I'm sure of it, or so it seems
But what good is he doing,
With my dreams left to die?
My heart has forgotten how to love,
in a wake of days gone by.
And why, oh why, is he there?
He never dreams at all.
He's bitter and lonely it seems,
Never looking beyond the wall
The wall is tall and stout,
Letting no one come near,
It doesn't feel love or laughter,
It hasn't in well over a year.
In time my wall will crumble,
Giving way to love's intense light
Then I hope the dreamer in my heart,
Sprout new wings and take flight.
–Hurley (copyright 2007)
