Just Another Broken Dream

she sits there
in that corner
she's been here a while
her hands around her knees
she crys

I wanted to get to know her
so I sat there
by her side
as she cried
never breaking the sound
the sound of her soft sobbs
I just sat there

the following day was quite the same
exept this time
she began to sing
sing a song of heart-ache
a song I had never heard before
of dispear and something new
in the since of my knowledge
swomething I've never looked at
and as I thought about it
more and more
I began to relize
she's the girl next door

then I finally spoke
I broke the uneven silence
"why do you cry"
then she said
in a vioce so sad
"cant you tell?
I guess not.
you might as well"

and as I sat there
and listened to her story
I began to fear
a sence of wrong-doing
of overwhelming harm
and it hurt me too

I then understood
the pain she must feel
because I cried too
and then
out of the blue
she said this to me
"this is how it is,
another day
another fallen tear.
Life holds many dreams
and it takes them too
from children as they sleep
never knowing what had happened
it has stole all of mine..
Life is just another broken dream!"