I was a dreamer,
dreaming my dreams,
until there was she,
then
I was a dreamer
living my dreams,
right there with her,
sometimes from near,
sometimes from far,
but always close,
in my heart.
Once I held my dreams to heart,
then I held her in their place.
Now she seems
to pull away,
out of reach,
not to be held,
and my dreams be
out of reach as well,
somehow lost in dust.
Where have all the flowers gone?
what of all the “I love you”s?
When will hearts learn,
when will values be recognized?
When will that due
be paid,
to the value deserving?
