Faded roses, broken vase,
Children crying, tear stained face,
Twenty-two, is it too late?
Ever will this pain abate?
All I wanted, love inside,
Love that was, has long since died,
Winter's breath chills to the bone,
Ever will I be alone?
Once was young, but now grown up,
Sitting here with empty cup,
Haven't smiled since I know when,
Ever will I laugh again?
Cries for help that no one hears,
As I drown in one's own fears,
Sink no longer, ship's aground,
Ever will my life be found?
Shuttered windows, locked front door,
Children play on unswept floor,
In my head, the silence screams,
Evermore the broken dreams?
Faded roses, hate this place,
Forevermore, a broken vase.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 01-21-2000).]