Canted dreams edge the sky
Morning rain dimples ponder pond
He turns quick away the dream unfolds
Softly mourns the unspoken
Did you ever believe
His word set down strong
Bolted hard fast firm solid
All his stark stride moving
Slips past shadowed hopes
Did you ever believe
Buckle down mister boy
Shackled hearts histories abound
Silent vapor trails weave unheard
Hoped for rhythms all gone now
Did you ever believe
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