A Summer Dream

The past seems like a summer dream
Where a beam passed through you’re heart
And you felt like you never flew
As the wind blew past your ears,
The tears rained down
Bound to the sorrow that is real
And you thought that you will never feel
The past is rotting
And then at last my scars remind me that the past is real
I uncase myself from the bars if my past
And at last I am free
From the old chains that bound me