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Dying Dreams and Distant Love


This time the door is locked for good. You are a ghost where you once stood. I wish our paths had never crossed, To count the years and feelings lost. You wore a mask, a grand disguise, The fakest souls beneath the skies. I leave you in the dust behind, To seek the truth I need to find. I fear the words that leave my tongue, Sounding like prayers my mother sung. Depending on a fragile man Who breaks my spirit when he can. No more control, no more defeat, I lay my burdens at His feet. I give you to the Lord above, With all your wants and broken love. Like Nathan said, the truth is clear: Some dreams must die and disappear. My dream of you has reached its end, You never fought to be my friend. You never felt the way I felt, Despite the cards that we were dealt. I leave you where you broke my trust, Where promises dissolved to dust. I’ll love you from a distance now, A quiet peace, a silent vow. One single day destroyed the view, And changed the world I thought I knew. You are nothing to me anymore, Just shadows fading by the door. How pathetic that you held the key To every special part of me. But I won't throw my life away, For games you choose to blindly play. I’m done with falling, done with pain, Of washing teardrops in the rain. This heartache shows I am not whole, I need a guard around my soul. So I will turn my eyes above, To find a true, unchanging love. My focus shifts from me and you, To Jesus, who will make me new.
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