Today my dream seems set to rust
Think it’s past it, reduced to dust
Gossamer threads colour my day
Looking at a horizon layered in grey
Sure the dark is pulling me in.
Hold my dreams, in my hand
Sift through their hues, there a bright strand
Hold that strand towards the light
Twinkling green, then pink, burning bright
Sure the dark is starting to spin.
Twist it round the layers of grey
Life moves on, learn from yesterday
Pick out the issues learn from mistakes
Grasp the new thread with renewed faith
Sure the dark is starting to dim.
Know that some dreams wither away
Hold that fledgling dream and weigh
Twist those colours new bright strand
Hope rebuilt in my hands
Sure the darkness didn’t win.