I created a dream on good ideals,
And trusted it would grow.
But the people that swore to heal me
Were first to let me go.
I stood among the ruins,
Of all I believed I’d be.
And cried for someone to remember,
What it once had meant to me.
I called for those who promised
They would never do the same.
But when I shouted for someone
Only echos spoke my name.
