Standing here looking,
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| Ross Bay Cemetery |
The years of giving,
Gone with the flow.
Nothing you asked for,
All that you wanted,
No request was too small,
No dream too large.
The answer was yes,
Before you asked.
A heart that is emptied,
A soul that is bare,
The basket is empty,
There's noting there.
Still you ask,
It's never enough,
Borrow from heaven,
To fulfill all your dreams.
Still you don't see me,
Know not what I dream,
Rung out and empty,
In a graveyard of dreams.