Copyrighted@RobMason2012
Land Of Dying Dreams
For some it was a year of hope
A time for the wrongs to be righted
With resolution hanging by a thread
For those who chose to hang on
Promises were the words spoken
Some waiting on kinder deeds
But availed was another purpose
And time always ticks too slowly
Imaginary crosses were no longer
Illusions often mirror the reality
Still the words profound coveted
Commonality is such a human trait
The ones bent on the solution
Those bent and then were broken
Some hanging on to a slipping knot
And some hanging on to power
Then darkness gave way to light
The dust settled as all looked around
Left wondering what had changed
Anticipated that new day dawned
Taking stock in those still standing
From a land of once dying dreams
Celebrating the righting of the wrongs
Not counting the ones who were gone
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