I lie in a field of dandelions
Each stem topped with a tiny and delicate white shear
And when the sweet and warm wind does blow each tiny seed is sent upon a journey
A journey like also many of my dreams
But these will blossom one day
Unlike my unrealized hopes
The sky above me gray and dull
The heavens threaten to open up
I wish the would
I wish they would wash it all away
Wash away my lies
Dreams unrealized
God the memories
The pain
Wash them away
Wash you away
Wash me away
And finally the sky opens
Drop by drop the cool rain falls on my face
But I do not change
You are not wash away
Nor are the memoires
Another hope unrealized