The moment slipped away
Ungrasped and unattained
And all that came to pass
From there was colored by
The negative and stained
All the could haves and the shoulds
Becoming didn'ts, don'ts, and can'ts,
The singing fell to whisper
Rose to scream
Sorry 'bout the dream
The stumbling in rhythm
Mistaken for a dance
When he looked back at the song
That stayed unsung
When the reservoir of tears
Was under field
When the taste of death was
Always on his tongue
It seemed as if he always
knew the heart had never healed
The ringing bell to signal
Union broke on seam
Sorry 'bout the dream
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