October 14th, 2004

Excerpt from the real Journal


Where Dreams Are Shattered

Here in the desert
Where dreams are shattered
I have come to die

Among the lifeless dust
Where stones are scattered
and the streams run dry

And dreams die hard
For they were given me
Steeped in other things

Like promises
And prophecy
And all the hope it brings

But I will not live
For I am strong
And have resolved to die

And who can raise me up
From this the grave
In which I choose to lie?

For as the preacher said
All is vain
Beneath this blazing sun

And everything is led
To turn again
From where it had begun

So I will succumb
To rest in peace
Beneath this barren sky

With this my song
And this my oath
And this my solemn cry