Lost in the quiet morning

In my youth
I thought to remake the world or burn it
to break it and rebuild
but somehow those dreams slipped away
replaced by just trying to be content
to find a way clear of sadness

looking for and finding
failing and loss
breaking and broken
it was I that was lost.

And somehow I woke
but always craving the dream
a world where you loved me

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