Dreaming is so much better than reality,
Sweet violins echoing in the distance...

Sitting in the corner,
Holding back tears of gold...

What is a poet?
Is it someone with a bunch of failed dreams...

In this quiet corner,
I sit and wonder what it would be like...

There were so many nights I sat in this chair,
I would think of you...

Watching you walk away,
Tears cascading down these pale cheeks...

Four years of falling in love,
Oh how they seem so long...

Bittersweet memories echo down an endless hall,
Silence surrounds slowly as the trail becomes...

Cascades of sounds as sweet as candy,
Deep as a roaring tiger...

Now I am lost,
Your angry glances cut deep in my heart...

Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
The lord is always providing in my life...

Spreading the news of Christmas cheer,
Gingerbread houses and sugar cookies...